Here's a rough rough rough draft of my Bloodborne side story accompanying a friend's story. Siegmund's Intro "Please help. My family. My wife. My kid. They've turned. They have become monsters. Demons. They reek of human flesh. They are coming through the door. If something happens to me. Please tell my family in the residential district. There's some disease going on. Get the word out." This is what was written on a scrap of paper found in a deserted home in the center of Yharnam, the city of miracles but now that's a lie. Most of the population are now walking vessels of the scourge. Beasts, turned by the blood that was supposed to cure all diseases that man took ill from. It worked initially but quickly turned the entire city into a hellish battleground.

The note being read by a young Hunter, Siegmund, adorned in Executioners' garbs. His hood was down revealing his face. He had heterochromia, One eye red, one eye green. No facial hair with only some stubble growing. He threw the note down, muttering. "Too late for that, fellow. They are already..." There was a howl. The beasts were growing restless. Siegmund stepped out of the building. The moonlight shined throughout the city reflecting off the windows of the buildings. The sight was a beauty. As the Hunter started his trek through the streets. He turned the corner and there were deranged Yharnamites. They were in the early stages of beasthood, fur covered their bodies in patches. The villagers raised their weapons and marched at him. Siegmund readied himself, his personal weapon, the Shield Fists extended up his arms. "Come at me." Siegmund gave a sly grin as they ran at him.

He dodged to the side of one and struck him across the jaw, breaking the wretched man's jaw but he was still standing. Siegmund delivered another punch to the forehead of the man shattering his skull, killing him. As he toppled over. Siegmund stepped back. "Time to rid this city of your filth." He brought his right hand against his left forearm clamping it in his hand. The shield fist extending up his left arm shortened a bit. He took his hand off as a shield appeared on his left arm in a shower of sparks.The villagers charged at him yet again and swung their weapons one by one. Siegmund dodged to the rear of them. A Hunter's strength is his speed and skill. Getting behind an enemy meant the end for the prey.

He punched forward with his right fist, which was reinforced even more with the siderite that the weapon is made of, delivering a fatal blow that unhinged the guys neck. As he fell to the floor. One swung his sickle at Siegmund, he deflected the blow with his shield and then jabbed forward with the bladed tip impaling him through the throat. "Hope your own blood tastes as good as the blood you devoured on from all the innocent you have slaughtered. Choke on it." Siegmund ripped the shield's tip out and let the Yharnamite fall to the floor who was gasping for air but the blood was filling his throat. Siegmund gave a scornful look at the suffering man and walked off. "I've got a cleric beast to slay. I'll come back for the scourge beasts then it's off to Yharnam Square." As the Young Executioner made his way through the dreary night of the Hunt. Other hunters were headed to slay the very same Cleric beast. One he knew very well.