As Gerhardt ransacked this clinic looking for anything useful he really began to regret not leaving one of those men alive. It would have at least made it a little easier to get his bearings, because he couldn't tell what was useful and what wasn't. Until, at least, he stumbled upon the ice box.

There was no ice inside. Damned if he could tell what was actually keeping the contents of this small ice box under the makeshift counter cold, but that wasn't as important as what was found within. Blood. Blood in clear, bag like, sealed containers. Each one labeled in black across the front [i]Yharnam Blood[/i], followed by a number that looked like a date if you really thought about it. He pulled one out to examine, but there were dozens more. More than enough to, say, contain all the blood in a mans body. The multiple dates on the bags confirmed to him that more than one hunter had fallen prey to that bushwhack waiting in the basement. He sat down on the counter to think.

So, they'd ring the bell and summon a hunter from another world. They'd inject him with some sort of sedative, then set about drawing blood from him. Whether they drew enough to kill the hunter or just slit his throat after, death would take him from this world and back to his own. Then they would take the blood, bag it, and use it to perform Ministrations in this clinic. They showed familiarity with the usage of blood but there was one bit of ignorance that gnawed at him: it wasn't necessary to chill Yharnam blood. It would keep at any temperature. Surly anyone who could concoct such a scheme would know that? In addition, why call hunters when there was easier prey out in the city? He looked around at the building again. There were no open windows and yet the room was lit, light coming down from panes in the ceiling. He'd never seen the like of this room in Yharnam. He made his way to the door, weapons at the ready.

He stepped out into a narrow alleyway, stalking down it until he reached an opening and stepped out into what he assumed to be moonlight. This was a mistake, he realized, the moment he stepped felt it on his skin. Warm. Blissfully warm and radiant. This wasn't light given off by the moon. He'd been in the night so long he'd forgotten it. Forgotten what it was like to stand under the sun. He looked up to search for and, when the blinding light allowed him to see once more, found only a city that he had never seen before. A city not swallowed up in a nightmarish eternal night. A city where the sane still walked the streets. A piercing scream alerted him to this fact.

He spun around to look at the woman who screamed, weapon raised just in case she lunged for his throat, only to realize that he was the threat here. He looked down at himself as people started to gape and saw that he was still absolutely covered in blood. If he waited it went away in time, either by dripping off or, knowing blood, finding its way [i]within[/i]. It wasn't an unusual sight in Yharnam, but he was beginning to catch on that the bell had led him somewhere much farther from the city than ever before. Him, and the blood. He holstered his weapon, pointed to one of the people on the street, and commanded in a strange accent "Contact the constabulary, there's been a murder." 

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A UMMA bulletin went out to any agent in the area, informing them of a suspicious, dangerous looking character in the lower ward who really didn't look like he was from around here and who was ranting about some sort of disease having been introduced to Yggdrasil.