"We are born of the Blood. Made men by the Blood. Undone by the Blood." Those words. That oath is what the hunters of the dream know. Those words and those words alone. The words that allow them to fight through the night. That oath is the only thing that kept them going forward. Each hunter entrusted with the duty of hunting and slaying those who have become tainted and turned for the abuse of old blood. Every night for many nights prior – perhaps even years – men would become beasts within the once prosperous city of Yharnam.

A city that was once as large and as populated as three of any other, was now nothing but a hollow shell filled with the musk of death and stained with tainted blood. No voices come from the city anymore for the grand majority of the city was most likely dead at this point with the few survivors must have hidden much, much, farther away than any others. Most have turned to beasts and killing the few that had not. Those Beasts in turn… killed mostly by one man. One hunter. The latest hunter and by all hopes the last. He had dived into the night after being awakened by the Pale Blood, out of past he no longer remembers clearly into the world of the night as the pale blood moon shined down across Yharnam within its nightmare. Beast large and small he fought, hunters corrupted he killed, ancient being of the old blood he hunted. Now all but one remained breathing, all else ceased by this hunter.

Carved and cleaved to pieces he ripped them apart. So with all but this being dead, he returned to the hunter's dream where the first hunter waited. The first hunter offered him the one thing he was withheld; the choice to wake. If the New Hunter willing fell to Gehrman's scythe he would wake into the morning. Out of the Nightmare that his own self-being trapped for so long.

When offered this, however, the young hunter simply shook his head and looked at Gehrman. The hunter had killed being older and more powerful than any hunter previous. The echoes of their blood coursing through his body. He had consumed the knowledge of so many madmen. He had consumed the pieces of the umbilical cord of Margo. He knew not only how to escape the nightmare but also how to free the world from the fear of the Nightmare forever; for he knew it would spread.

"How would you propose this Jager?" Gehrman asked and gestured around the flowers underneath his tree. "This is how many nights the nightmare has occurred… Each peddles the life of another hunter. But you claim you can defeat this?"

"Yes. Yes, I can." Jager replied. Gehrman fell back in his chair and gave a halfhearted smile.

"How?"

"Call him." The hunter replied

"…" Gehrman remained silent. "He will not come. Not while his anchor lives."

"I know this Gehrman." The hunter told him. Gehrman chuckled.

"He will fall you."

"No, not I." The hunter answered. "I am on par with him. He shall be the one to fall. With him so will this accursed nightmare."

"His blood will take you then and you shall become one of… them." Gehrman's teeth ground against each other at the end of the last word.

"No. It won't." Jager swore. Gehrman pulled the head of his scythe and looked down at his reflection in the metal.

"I will not wake… the nightmare… this dream has been my home for too long. I will not know what that world is like. Maybe, however, I can finally sleep." Gehrman let out a long sigh and turned the blade's side towards the hunter to see him. "Can you do it?"

"Yes, my teacher." Jager said holding out an open hand. Gehrman chuckled before coughing as he placed the head of his scythe in Jager's hand.

"Now what did I teach you to earn such a title?" Gehrman answered as he rested his arms on top of his wheelchair. Jager reached passed him and grabbed the folded handle of the Scythe with a shrug.

"The definition of determination," Jager said almost sarcastically. "I'm sorry for what I need to do."

"We are born by the blood," Gehrman said as he closed his eyes and rested back in his wheelchair.

"Made men by the blood," Jager said pulling back the head of the Scythe.

"Undone by the blood…" Gehrman let out before falling asleep.

The moment he did Jager cut off his head with such speed and perfection that Gehrman's head remained on his neck for two seconds before falling off. The light from the moon turned pink and the Old One only known as the Moon Presence came down from the moon and rested it in the field of the moonflowers. Jager turned slowly to the Old One as he attached the head of the scythe to the body as he felt the echoes of Gehrman's blood resonate in his body. A sliver of moonlight crossed the head of the Scythe as he lowered it towards the ground and took a few steps towards the Old One.

"I do not fear the old blood."

The two clashed on that field. Words were too few to describe it. Hunter vs Old One. 10 minutes, 20, 30, an hour the two fought. The light of the workshop glowing behind the Hunter and the shining light of the moon against the present. But even the most legendary of battles must have an end – so was this fight to be the same. The Hunter removed the head of the presence with Gehrman's scythe and felt like the old blood that he took into his body attempted to take him. However, he made a promise, so when a man makes a promise with the full intention he will not break it. The urge to give into the blood vanished and he was left alone in the field of countless flowers.

He went over to Gehrman and carried his head and body back to the now put out workshop and had the Doll help him. Together they sew the head of Gehrman back upon his body. Neither speaking to the other as they worked. Till the very end, the hunter put his hand upon the hand of the doll and smiled at her. It was kind of weird-looking at her now after killing the person Gehrman had built her in the image of. But that was Maria and this was Doll, one of the few comforting things within the nightmare.

The rest now have been dead. Those he tried to save, dead or gone insane. The funny thing was that the one person that he knew that was neither was the dweller. Though he was a disfigured being, despite that, however, he was one of the most kind being that Jager had ever met in his life.

"Doll." He said. "The day shall finally come. This place shall fall like the first home of the hunter soon. No more shall the old blood harm this world."

"Dear Hunter… what shall we do then?" She asked him.

"We go meet it."

Out of the Dream, the two went. Together they took a Gehrman's body and buried it in the graveyard from the same clinic that the hunter had first awoken into the nightmare. Both Doll and Hunter felt great pity for the first hunter since he was unable to see the light of day again. The moon presence was dead, the nightmare was sealed, there would no longer be a nightmare. No longer will there be a dream. Using a small chisel and his strength he engraved. He stood up and looked at the Doll who stood with her hands cross over the other. She smiled at him and he returned the favor to her. The tombstone read:

Gehrman. The First Hunter. The holder of the Dream.

"Where do we go now, Hunter?" She asked him.

"There is but one more door within the catacombs. If you would so Choose, I would take you through it." The Hunter told her. "Though on the other side it may be quite dangerous."

The Doll almost seemed to chuckle at that remark.

"Hunter… you have defeated being that no one else would even dare ponder. You could defend me." She told him.

"Very well. Come with me Doll."

Into the Catacombs, the two remaining beings of both the nightmare and the dream went. Deeper than any other part that no beast or hunter had ever gone before. The longest time being spent going down to the final level of this place and not to find the door thanks to the last surviving helpers using the last of their strength the guild the two of them as they headed to the door. The Hunter held onto the Dolls hands as he pushed open the door before being taken aback by a nearly blinding light. He covered his eyes with his free hand and walked through the door as he brought the doll behind him.

Where they ended up was among a mountain range, emerging from an ancient forgotten door near the top of the mountain. Looking out over the luscious mountain range and valley of a thousand different colors the Hunter had no choice but to begin to cry. He did not lose his composer but two streams of tears fell down from his eyes as the Doll Stood next to him. The Door closed behind them and crumbled away; apparently, it was designed only to be opened once before vanishing forever.

"This… this is beautiful." He said to the Doll without looking at her. She nodded at his words as even a doll like her could understand at least to a degree the beauty of this place. "Let's get going Doll."

The two walked for must have been a few days together as the night came and left. A much grateful sight for the truth to be told. Especially to the hunter as he was finally able to sleep after the dozens of hours. If the way time moves normally here now, he know believes he spent roughly three and a half days within the nightmare hunting beasts though as he passed through the nightmare frontier he feels though that could have altered his perception of time as well.

With that in mind, he and the Doll agreed that he spent between three and five days within the nightmare as he hunted the beasts and old ones. When he woke up from that first rest he had the doll unstiffen his back by having her crack all the joints in his back which felt like euphoria. The two found a road going through the valley, that was more cut out of the valley than paved, and have followed it for the past twelve hours. Just as the thirteenth hour of the two walking on the path a carriage of sorts came up behind them through it, in fact, lacked any sort of animal pulling it. It had a flat back that was filled with food supplies. In the front was a closed chamber with windows on three sides. Behind it was two other such vehicles with one being a bit larger than the other two with its back having a cover like what the normal body of a carriage would have. The first one stopped and the window lowered and the driver looked at the hunter.

"What are you two doing so far from any sort of town?" The driver asked and looked at Jager's back and found the scythe. "Oh, I see, a huntsman. Sorry didn't notice it for a second."

"I am a hunter good sir. I am to see another… happy face." Jager said not trying to be too excited to see humans that were going insane or crying out of fear. "The way we have arrived at this place, you would not fathom the circumstances. For now, I fear we are out of luck for knowing exactly where we are."

"Not used to the area huh? I can give ya a ride but one of you might have to sit in the back on top of some boxes." The driver told them and looked over at the Doll. "A bit… poofy for a huntress's outfit."

"Oh, she doesn't hunt. She's just a close friend." Jager told him and turned to the Doll. "Doll, forgive me but could you sit in the back? It might be confusing for the gentleman otherwise."

"Of course dear hunter." She replied with a nod and going to the back and sitting on a supply box. Jager walked around to the other side of the front and climbed in the other door and shutting it. He knew this place was just not another location, but more likely than anything a different time or even world.

"I like your outfit huntsman. What school you go to?"

"I learned from defense and experience." Jager said as they went forward.

"Oh, so you are one of those freelance huntsmen. I can respect that. What's up with the girl, she your wife or something? Heard you call her doll." The Driver asked. Jager chuckled as he took off his hat and laid it on the dashboard.

"No, she's just helped me from the hardest time. We did not leave it till we arrived here."

"She got a name?"

"Doll," Jager answered the man raised an eyebrow. "It is what she likes to be called."

"Well to both you and Doll back there. Welcome to Mistral."