The city was calm as usual. The cool breeze that came from down in the valley soothed Karla’s soul. She liked the silence and the feeling of being always hunted. She longed for this adrenaline rush for so long and at last she was there: the city of beasts and blood, the city of healing and miracles: Yharnam. With the help of Francis, she managed to find a new challenge to live for. Those beasts were indeed fearsome and deadly but she knew how to handle a sword and after understanding the nature of her opponents she easily managed to make her way through the cobbled streets of Yharnam.
“Wait up, don’t move so fast” Francis had trouble following on her footsteps. He was a man of knowledge but he couldn’t manage the strength of these beasts. He had to rely on Karla, his only remaining bodyguard for protection. After those brutes had killed two of them and escaped, the beasts had completed their job. To think that a woman will be the only survivor, Francis didn’t anticipate this scenario, not even in his wildest dreams. But this was no dream, it was a nightmare, these abominations could talk and walk. But they seemed fixated on the idea of killing any living being that crossed their way. Luckily Karla had proven to be a skilled swordswoman. His hunch never betrayed him and hiring her was definitely the wisest choice despite the captain of his guards opposing it.
Karla saw that post on the pub while she was just wandering about, trying to find a purpose. The richest man in town was recruiting skilled warriors to join him on a deadly expedition. This alone was motivation for her to sign up but upon hearing the name of the destination from Francis, her heart lit up. Yharnam, a city she longed to visit although she couldn’t fathom why.
She agreed to help and even to look for information. After she found that sick man, they finally had the remaining puzzle and could make their way towards the fabled city. No human could match her sword technique and even though the other guards were opposed to the idea of her joining them, Francis made sure that she was well left alone. She appreciated his trust, and that was maybe the only reason she had kept him around once in this city. He was weak and relied on others for protection. She despised weakness and above all she couldn’t stand the sight of cowardice. Francis possessed both.
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They were now headed towards a bridge. They had come across many enemies who tried to eliminate them. All of them repeated the same speech, that they were not welcome in the city. Karla on the other hand danced around them and finished every last one of them with finesse and agility. Her movements were fast, yet elegant. Francis felt as if he were watching a dance. She had managed to scatter a mob of enemies, massacring them all. It was a beautiful sight to behold. “If we want to get any information on Blood Healing, we need to head for the church. The only way seems to be through this bridge” said Francis to no one in particular as Karla wasn’t even paying attention.
As they reached the bridge, she gestured to him to stop. Carriages were scattered all around the bridge. It seemed that this place was the last stop of many travellers. Only wrecks remained, and horses’ skeletons. He looked in front of him and saw that there were two werewolves patrolling the bridge. “Those two are bad news. I can’t protect you and kill them at the same time. There has to be another way” She whispered to Francis as they moved slowly away from the beasts’ sight. “I saw another way to the bridge through another road” said Francis, he had observed the layout of the city carefully and remembered another way that gave access to the far edge of the bridge, closer to their destination. “The road seems far though” he went on. “I’d rather take that risk than take those two head on” replied Karla as she made her way back to the road Francis had pointed. He had no choice but to follow.