Chapter 4
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As he opened his eyes, Surgit found himself tied up in a bed. It seemed like a hospital bed; only, his hands and feet were tied up. He tried to test his strength against the shackles binding him and break free but he felt his strength betraying him. Since his sickness started manifesting more than one year ago, he felt the urgency to find a cure for his ailing body. Now with only about ten months to live, his body had become weaker and his sickly appearance was a joke to everyone on the boat. "How did I even think I could survive this expedition?" He thought to himself as he struggled to break free from his chains. "I was foolish to believe that I could survive here…" He felt despair building up inside of him. "Here I am, in god knows where, trying to break from chains made by monsters or possibly, something worse…"
- "Aha, you're awake" He heard in the distance, his head's movement was limited as he was chained down to the bed.
- "Who's there?" He shouted, with a frightened voice, betraying his desire to look tough and determined.
- "Easy, you don't look too good and I don't mean you any harm." Said the man's approaching voice.
- "Were you the one who attacked us at the port?" asked Surgit.
- "Oh no, I'm merely an old man." And indeed he was an old man with white hair and a top hat on his head. He wore a leather jacket, a plain white button up shirt and black trousers. His eyes on the other hand, were bound by white bandages.
- "Why am I chained to this bed then?" Asked Surgit. The man's appearance had something peculiar in it. He felt that he could be trusted although everything in his logical mind urged him not to.
- "That is simply to protect you from yourself. I didn't know at what time you'd wake up. I was afraid you'd go out as soon as you got up and get yourself killed. Yharnam is a dangerous place."
- "So it is Yharnam after all. Who attacked us then?"
- "Yharnamites, they don't like outsiders."
- "Did anyone survive the attack?"
- "You should not concern yourself with the others right now. I see that you're sick and dying. Have you come here seeking blood healing?"
- "Yes I have, do you know of any place I can go to? My time is limited"
- "Unfortunately, you won't find anyone who would be kind enough in Yharnam to offer you blood healing unless you have something to trade it with. But you know what? You're in luck, I am a blood minister and I can see that you're in dire need for some blood healing".
- "Are you saying you'd cure me?"
- "Why not? Tonight is the night of the hunt, if you want to get out of this place, you'll need some strength."
- "I don't know what to say…" Surgit seemed at a loss for words, he was grateful but at the same time doubtful.
- "Just relax and wait for the blood to take effect. I had already injected you with our Yharnam blood. You should feel the kick in a few minutes." The old man said in a mocking tone. "By the end of this, it will all seem like a mere bad dream…. Hahhaha…..hahahahahaha…"
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As he opened his eyes, Surgit found himself tied up in a bed. It seemed like a hospital bed; only, his hands and feet were tied up. He tried to test his strength against the shackles binding him and break free but he felt his strength betraying him. Since his sickness started manifesting more than one year ago, he felt the urgency to find a cure for his ailing body. Now with only about ten months to live, his body had become weaker and his sickly appearance was a joke to everyone on the boat. "How did I even think I could survive this expedition?" He thought to himself as he struggled to break free from his chains. "I was foolish to believe that I could survive here…" He felt despair building up inside of him. "Here I am, in god knows where, trying to break from chains made by monsters or possibly, something worse…"
- "Aha, you're awake" He heard in the distance, his head's movement was limited as he was chained down to the bed.
- "Who's there?" He shouted, with a frightened voice, betraying his desire to look tough and determined.
- "Easy, you don't look too good and I don't mean you any harm." Said the man's approaching voice.
- "Were you the one who attacked us at the port?" asked Surgit.
- "Oh no, I'm merely an old man." And indeed he was an old man with white hair and a top hat on his head. He wore a leather jacket, a plain white button up shirt and black trousers. His eyes on the other hand, were bound by white bandages.
- "Why am I chained to this bed then?" Asked Surgit. The man's appearance had something peculiar in it. He felt that he could be trusted although everything in his logical mind urged him not to.
- "That is simply to protect you from yourself. I didn't know at what time you'd wake up. I was afraid you'd go out as soon as you got up and get yourself killed. Yharnam is a dangerous place."
- "So it is Yharnam after all. Who attacked us then?"
- "Yharnamites, they don't like outsiders."
- "Did anyone survive the attack?"
- "You should not concern yourself with the others right now. I see that you're sick and dying. Have you come here seeking blood healing?"
- "Yes I have, do you know of any place I can go to? My time is limited"
- "Unfortunately, you won't find anyone who would be kind enough in Yharnam to offer you blood healing unless you have something to trade it with. But you know what? You're in luck, I am a blood minister and I can see that you're in dire need for some blood healing".
- "Are you saying you'd cure me?"
- "Why not? Tonight is the night of the hunt, if you want to get out of this place, you'll need some strength."
- "I don't know what to say…" Surgit seemed at a loss for words, he was grateful but at the same time doubtful.
- "Just relax and wait for the blood to take effect. I had already injected you with our Yharnam blood. You should feel the kick in a few minutes." The old man said in a mocking tone. "By the end of this, it will all seem like a mere bad dream…. Hahhaha…..hahahahahaha…"
As he opened his eyes, Surgit found himself tied up in a bed. It seemed like a hospital bed; only, his hands and feet were tied up. He tried to test his strength against the shackles binding him and break free but he felt his strength betraying him. Since his sickness started manifesting more than one year ago, he felt the urgency to find a cure for his ailing body. Now with only about ten months to live, his body had become weaker and his sickly appearance was a joke to everyone on the boat. "How did I even think I could survive this expedition?" He thought to himself as he struggled to break free from his chains. "I was foolish to believe that I could survive here" He felt despair building up inside of him. "Here I am, in god knows where, trying to break from chains made by monsters or possibly, something worse"- "Aha, you're awake" He heard in the distance, his head's movement was limited as he was chained down to the bed.- "Who's there?" He shouted, with a frightened voice, betraying his desire to look tough and determined.- "Easy, you don't look too good and I don't mean you any harm." Said the man's approaching voice.- "Were you the one who attacked us at the port?" asked Surgit.- "Oh no, I'm merely an old man." And indeed he was an old man with white hair and a top hat on his head. He wore a leather jacket, a plain white button up shirt and black trousers. His eyes on the other hand, were bound by white bandages.- "Why am I chained to this bed then?" Asked Surgit. The man's appearance had something peculiar in it. He felt that he could be trusted although everything in his logical mind urged him not to.- "That is simply to protect you from yourself. I didn't know at what time you'd wake up. I was afraid you'd go out as soon as you got up and get yourself killed. Yharnam is a dangerous place."- "So it is Yharnam after all. Who attacked us then?"- "Yharnamites, they don't like outsiders."- "Did anyone survive the attack?"- "You should not concern yourself with the others right now. I see that you're sick and dying. Have you come here seeking blood healing?"- "Yes I have, do you know of any place I can go to? My time is limited"- "Unfortunately, you won't find anyone who would be kind enough in Yharnam to offer you blood healing unless you have something to trade it with. But you know what? You're in luck, I am a blood minister and I can see that you're in dire need for some blood healing".- "Are you saying you'd cure me?"- "Why not? Tonight is the night of the hunt, if you want to get out of this place, you'll need some strength."- "I don't know what to say" Surgit seemed at a loss for words, he was grateful but at the same time doubtful.- "Just relax and wait for the blood to take effect. I had already injected you with our Yharnam blood. You should feel the kick in a few minutes." The old man said in a mocking tone. "By the end of this, it will all seem like a mere bad dream. Hahhaha..hahahahahaha"
