[h3]Back room, Hunter's Clinic, somewhere in Yharnam[/h3]
The Messengers watched Ophelia attentively as she examined the corpse – or so one would assume, though they had no eyes to watch her with – and moaned excitedly as she returned. When she started physically handling the dead man's head the Messengers immediately started copying her, grabbing each other's heads with their spindly little hands, rubbing around their misshapen skulls and even prodding their fingers into each other's empty eye-sockets.

As for the results of the examination itself, Ophelia would find it quite a bit more difficult to pry the corpse's eyelids open than she might have expected. The skin did not feel as one would expect it to; it felt wet and slippery on the outside and would stain her gloves with black, oily grease, while the insides of the eyelids felt weirdly sticky and almost adhered to the surfaces they touched.
But though it was more challenging than it would be to open the eyes of a corpse normally, it still was not too difficult to achieve. The eyelids soon slid back to reveal eyes with misshapen pupils where the surrounding irises almost seemed to have dissolved, whereas the scleras had turned a sickly shade of yellow. The eyeballs bulged abnormally as if they were a little too big for the sockets.
Ophelia was no stranger to handling and studying eyes, so she would be quite familiar with at least one of these symptoms: the deterioration of the pupil was commonly one of the first physical signs of the onset of the scourge of beasts and a sign of waning humanity. She had never known this to be accompanied by the other symptoms, however, nor had she known the scourge of beasts to outright kill the infected... though given that she and everyone else had been sleeping until now, it was probably better that this man had died than become a beast.