You enter the ancient city of Yharnam suddenly. It’s an awakening, like the moment you feel consciousness hit you as a child. It’s the night of the hunt, when men and beasts roam the streets, out for each other’s blood. There’s power in that blood; it stems from the paleblood of the Great Ones, tentacled Lovecraftian beings that once lived in Yharnam and still haunt the world. The Great Ones all long for children of their own. Unfortunately, conceiving is hard for them, and when their children perish, they seek surrogates.
