Sep 4, 2019
Starter for @ethanisamess
It was evening. The orange sky hung above Yharnam. At this time, hunters would wake, preparing for a night of hunting. They were practically nocturnal. In a rather small house, perhaps a little bit shoddy, but not too bad, a middle aged hunter was cooking breakfast, if at the evening it could be called that. He was almost fully dressed, merely wearing an undershirt before putting on his usual garb, he wasn’t yet wearing a hat and his hair flowed free. Besides that, he was dressed. As he prepared food, he waited for one of his hunting partners to come downstairs.
