I had done it. Gherman had been defeated, and the moon presence slain. I was so tired. I felt the blood from the moon presence drip down my face, under my mask, and under the collar of my charred hunters garb, passing over my breasts, and soaking the fabric of my clothes.

I was so tired. I was about to pass out. I eventually couldnt stay awake any more, and slipped into unconsciousness. The last thing I felt, was ceramic hands, lifting me, embracing me.

"Are you cold?" I hear, my senses becoming more muddled, my body feeling different.

"Oh, good hunter." I hear said slyly. I feel myself be held, my body changed.

I pass out.

Author's Note

New story, the Hunter is based on my character in Bloodborne. This game is fun, and it is amazing.