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A black shadow was all he could remember before waking up again. His vision was blurry and his head was spinning , like he was being struck by at least a dozen of Yharamites, all the while recovering from the cursing gaze of a winter lantern.
He slowly lifted up and carefully observed his surroundings, his piercing purple eyes getting used to the dark of the night. The man was still in a forest, allthough it looked a lot more different, than the one back in Yharnam. The young man tried to stand up, his black coat waving in the cold wind before he made his way to what looked like a campfire.
A few feet away, he saw his cane lying in front of a gigantic door made out of stone. A bright light emitting from a big round chunk, that was precisely cut out. His Cane seemed undamaged, yet he still had trouble controlling the whip, that he could transform his fancy stick into.
The young man checked his bag, bandaged hands looking for something important to the man. "Damnit! It must've fallen out" the man said with an angry voice, starting to realize his dillema.
He had no clue where he was, his bag was almost empty and there was not a single lamp in sight, just those seemingly forever burning bonfires. But wait, did that tree in the distance move right now? Or has he turned crazy already?