Chapter 1 - The Waking World

The Good Hunter was a title rather than a name like his other title, Hunter of Beast, Hunter of Hunter and such. He once owned a name. A name that he could no longer recall as the Night of the Hunt is a merciless one that took away many from those who had the bad luck to encounter it.

The scar on his mind from fighting the Scourge of Beast, the horror that crawled every street and corner of Yharnam and the countless forbidden knowledge that wrapped his mind, caused him to lose most if not all of his memories. He couldn't recall the face of his mother, his father, his sibling if he had one and his friends.

The only bond he has is the Doll, the Caretaker of the Hunters as he is the Caretaker of the Hunter's Dream. If not for her, he wonders what he might have become after experiencing the horror throughout his hunt. He couldn't remember how many times his will and spirit were crushed by his failure and how many times the Doll had pieced together a broken mind and soothe him with her soft and pleasant voice to push him through the Hunt until he could see the conclusion of it and bring upon its end with his own hands.

With neither a name, his past memories and identity. The Good Hunter faded into obscurity like the countless Moon Scented Hunters before him. It didn't help that his profession gave neither glory nor recognition. To him this is just a duty, not a feat to be boasted about. Thus, his name was never shared. It didn't help that people he could hold conversation with are extremely scarce in Yharnam as most are either avoiding him or maddened mobs that could hold no sound conversation.

All he has now is the title often used by the Doll and the same title he chose in place of his forgotten name, The Good Hunter.

———

A few hours has passed since the last time he encountered people in the abandoned settlement that he saw moving up north. He didn't immediately go north and instead he killed the infected people around this place to give them their cure, his swift and hopefully painless mercy.

The Good Hunter was curious about what the people were taking from the warehouse because he saw them loading wooden crates up their vehicle before they left.

The warehouse itself is easy to enter and the doors were secured only by a steel chain and a lock. He simply climbed up the open vent on the side and crawled into the warehouse. Inside is a small stacks of dozen wooden crates compared to the size of the warehouse which he tried prying one open to check its content.

"This… canned food… manufacturing date, 2055?" He faintly recalled what this object was and recalled the meaning of the series of numbers on the can and that is what shocked him.

He could recall a date which is very important for him, his birthdate. Which is the year 1998. He even has it stated in his personal journal. Assuming his age was in his 20's when he arrived at the Hunter's Dream. He was actually more than 30 years in the future.

His apparent discovery of him being in the future aside, he checked all the crates and found similar canned food inside. He guessed this must be a secret stash of someone and they were hiding the food here using the infecteds outside to deter any people from stealing them. Considering what he had seen about this world so far, scarcity of food is quite possibly a problem in the present time as vegetations he saw are wilting and dying while fertile land turning into sand dune.

So, he returned the food and sealed back the crate with nails. As a Hunter contracted to the Dream, food is no longer required. He went through the entire Hunt never feeling hunger other than for the blood and flesh of his prey which is a totally different thing compared to actual hunger for sustenance. After he transcended the Dream and the Hunt, he doubts those needs will return considering he isn't exactly human anymore.

He turned away from the crate containing canned food to another type of crate painted green with a series of numbers printed on it in yellow and its long yet short shape made him think the content wasn't canned food which he is correct.

Inside the green crate he found firearms. It was a bolt action rifle which he finds disappointing as a bolt action rifle means he has to manually cycle out the spent bullet casing each shot and with his fast paced fighting style, it's not suitable for him. He sighed disappointingly and returned the rifle back into the crate and checked the next one in hope there is a different type because he remembers those people from yesterday are wielding different types of rifles that aren't bolt action rifles.

Sure enough, after checking through four of the eight crates. He found one with a firearm that had quite a big muzzle hole similar to the Blunderbuss. He took one and sealed back the crate before searching around for its ammunition but apparently there's none in her which is quite a bummer as he is quite excited to test it out as he did when he found any trick weapon, firearm and Arcane tools during his Hunt. It was one of the few joys he could indulge in.

But he isn't without hope as the unique features of the magical Quicksilver bullet is they can be fired by any type of firearm from a pistol to an actual piece of cannon. This is the unique feature of the Quicksilver bullets which transform to match the firearm it was inserted into.

Then without hesitation, he loaded on into the shotgun named KS-23 which was actually stated on the crate. Then after fiddling around with it for a bit, he finally figured out how to cycle in the bullet and shoot.

*Boom!*

A deafening explosion echoes the warehouse as he stares at the hole on the wall that he aimed before he shot.

"Hmn, it's not like the Blunderbuss…" He said, instead of scattered shots, it shot a single bullet out. But he couldn't deny the stopping power of this shotgun is incredible. Like a compact hand cannon. Although he noticed the gun itself couldn't withstand the Quicksilver bullet as he can see a faint deformation on its barrel.

After exploring enough of this warehouse, he swiftly made his exit as he had no doubt his impulsive decision to test the firearm had attracted some attention.

Once he is out of the warehouse, he immediately heads north in hope of reaching some settlement by following the people from yesterday.

———

Four hours later, he arrived at the edge of the settlement. He noticed that the vegetation here is still alive and vibrant unlike the area before.

Also, he is encountering more and more settlement along the way. But all of them are abandoned too. But this one that he finally found has a sign of life. It was a town with walls built around it like a fortification and a few ladies standing on it with firearms in their hands also the odd selection of clothings. Although the wall they stood on is far from looking sturdy judging from its appearance that look like it was put together with salvaged materials rather than proper ones.

"Stop!" A girl stopped him with her palm raised instead of the firearm hanging from his shoulder.

"Yes?" He asked while looking intently at the girl, sensing something is odd.

"I have never seen you before. What is your business for coming to this town?" The girl asked.

"This is indeed the first time I came to this town. I am here to get some information and perhaps also to trade if there is a market here." He replied while giving the girl the usual polite bow he gave to any friendly people he met while he frowned internally at her choice of clothing that had little to none protection for a guard.

The girl squinted her eyes, looking at him for a moment before she relent and nod. "Well, you didn't look like a bad person. But remember, this is a town protected by a G&K outpost. If you are found doing anything bad or illegal, we will arrest you." She gave him a warning which sounded like a script she recited out of her mind.

"Of course. I will definitely be on my best behavior during the duration of my stay, miss?"

"SIG-510"

"I see… thank you for your warning then, Miss SIG-510." He replied and didn't let the weird name affect his expression as he made his way into the town and eyeing the other girls on top of the wall.

"They aren't human…" He mumbles in confusion as he is quite sure but like his eyes are playing tricks on him, they do look very human.

He ignores it because it didn't look like they are skinwalkers of anything similar of sort that stole the skin of humans to masquerade in their skins to mingle amongst the human population. They are genuinely trying to protect this town that has actual humans living inside it.

Inside the town is actually quite lively. It's far from a perfect place but the people here could at least still smile and relax means that their lives here are decent.

He looks at a particular building that may look like a tavern. Added with the fact he just saw a drunk looking man stumbled out from it. Even if it's not the tavern, an establishment that offers alcohol is always the hub of information as people often gather and talk while drinking.

He headed into the building and through the saloon doors. He is immediately greeted with numerous eyes staring at him. A very common treatment received by a stranger in a foreign place. He is used to it already and besides, most of them only look at him with curiosity and nothing more as he walks toward the bar and sits in front of the bartender who sized him up before shivering slightly for staring at his eyes a little too long.

"Before I order any drink, do you perhaps take this kind of currency?" He slipped a weathered and ancient looking gold coin on the bar top.

The bartender silently took the coin and tried to analyze it with various methods before finally a firm bite on the coin before he placed it back down on.

"Tough luck, stranger. If this were a green zone then maybe your coin can be exchanged with higher value. But in the yellow zone here, the valuable stuff is the useful one." The man answered truthfully and looked a little too scared of him. "Maybe if you bring it to the merchant, they might offer you a better price."

"Useful stuff…" He mumbles while pocketing back the gold coin. He has to admit, he has none that is useful that he is willing to part with.

Seeing the stranger is frowning and obviously looks like he has financial trouble. The Bartender has a suggestion.

"Mr…"

"Good Hunter." He replied.

The Bartender didn't bat an eye on the odd name since some mercenaries do have preferences not to use their real names and often used an alias. ""Hmn. Mr Good Hunter… I have a suggestion. You are mercenary, I assume?" The Bartender asked and he nodded. "It's rare for a mercenary to act solo. Especially in the yellow zone. Which means you are very capable. Then why don't you take some requests? There are plenty lately and lacking of mercenaries that would take on the job because of the quickly expanding yellow zone." The Bartender sighed, looking exasperated when mentioning the yellow zone is expanding.

"What is the available request then?" He is curious and asks as this can be a way for him to reintegrate into the waking world and perhaps even find a purpose to live.

"Hmn. Since you are alone. Escort jobs are mostly out of the question…" The Bartender said while flipping through a quite worn looking notebook with numerous bookmarks until he stopped on a particular page. "How about this? The commander of the Griffin outpost requested a job to survey an area over here." The Bartender took out a printed map and pointed at a location within the 'Yellow Zone'. "Survey work is best done alone and all you need is adequate protective gear against the radiation. The pay is also quite generous considering the effort needed."

He was listening to the Bartender's explanation and what caught his interest was the mention of radiation. The people he meets in the abandoned settlement are wearing protective gear because something harmful is in the air but somehow, he felt nothing out of the ordinary with his body which he attributed to the Old Blood in his vein or perhaps his newly achieved inhuman nature.

"Then I'll accept it." He nods after giving it a brief thought.

"Alright, then I will inform the Griffin Commander." The Bartender nodded and made the call.

There he sat, he wondered why the Bartender would go out of his way to help a stranger. It's not because he is used to the treatment of the Yharnamites. But the Bartender is just too suspiciously helpful toward him, a stranger with a very suspicious appearance. But, he could sense no evil intention either. Not that there's none. It just has no malicious intentions behind it.

When the Bartender hung up his phone, a girl entered the tavern and immediately stopped in front of him before looking at the Bartender.

"Is this person the mercenary that accepted the survey job, Mr Andrey?" The girl in some sort of uniform asked the Bartender before looking at him.

"Yes." The Bartender named Andrey nod.

"That's great. The bandits there had quite the headache and had been raiding a lot of the convoys passing through the area." The girl sighed in relief when looking at him before she smiled and hurried him. "Let's go and meet the commander. He will brief the details about the job."

"Alright." He nodded and stood up. He thanked the Bartender for his help before following behind the girl.

The entire journey from the tavern to the base of this supposed Griffin Commander is filled with silence. Perhaps it's because of his unfriendly looking appearance with a hood and mask that hid all of his facial features aside from his eyes. He noticed how the girl sneaked some glance at him, thinking he wouldn't notice and looked quite unnerved by his presence especially when his focus slipped while his thoughts wandered.

"Here we are." The girl suddenly said and woke him up from his daze.

He looked at the building in front of him which didn't look like it was intended to be used as a base and improvised by someone as the windows were sealed shut and the out of place thick steel door is different from other buildings around that have wooden or glass doors. He was led through the clean and empty hallway and entered an elevator straight to go down underground until he heard a crisp ring when the elevator stopped and opened its door.

He walked through another hallway led by the girl and then took a few turns before they stopped. The girl knocked at the door a few times before calling, "Commander, you have a guest. The mercenary for the survey had arrived."

"Hmn. Come in." The Commander beckoned before the girl opened the door and welcomed him in.

Taking a big stride into the office, he saw the said commander. A brown haired young man dressed smartly in a red uniform expecting his arrival as another girl in even more absurdly revealing attire helping the Commander clear up the desk and move the stacks of files and papers away.

"Thank you, MP40. You are dismissed for now."

"Yes, Commander." The girl that guided him here saluted before she left the room.

"K5, the map for sector 6E please." The Commander ordered while taking out a piece of paper from another file he took from his desk's drawer.

Once the map is displayed on a datapad, the Commander starts explaining the details of the job to the Hunter who silently listen and nods but his curiosity was piqued by the strange contraption that can display quite a detailed map that can be enlarged for more details and shrunk for bigger view of the area.

"Basically, you just need to scout out the defenses around the bandit camp and their numbers. Preferably, if you can take pictures." The Commander said, ending his brief but compact explanation which includes the strength of the bandits.

The Commander looks at the Good Hunter who is silently staring at the intelligence report of the bandits. To him, those bandits are the exact same as the maddened mobs that prowl the streets of Yharnam. Those bandits were raiding the caravans carrying materials required to build a purification tower, a very crucial building that can cleanse the harmful Collapse radiation. They sold away those materials for profits in the black market while people are losing their homes because the completion of the purification tower is being delayed. To him, those bandits are no longer human. They are the same as Beast and it's his job to cure them with his mercy.

The Good Hunter looks at the Commander with his pale red eyes glow crimson for a moment which is fleeting like an illusion.

"Is it possible if I eliminate the bandit camp altogether?" He requested which made the Commander look at him with a questioning stare for a moment, as if asking if he was joking or not.

"Of course you could. In fact, if there's a mercenary group willing to take on this task. I am very willing to provide a generous reward of 50 Million Rubles." The Commander said excitedly and even willing to increase the reward further because this bandit group is not just any bandit group. They are actually part of an infamous mercenary group and posing as bandits for a profitable side hustle of raiding caravans.

The enemies have not only armored vehicles and a fortified base, they also have over 50 people armed to the teeth like a proper military in this lawless yellow zone that is neighboring a red zone and far away from the control of the state.

"But wait, you are a lone mercenary right? Are you sure you want to take on this job alone?" The Commander finally remembered and immediately became skeptical. Thinking the Hunter was playing a joke.

"Yes." The Hunter said and stood up to give a polite bow before he stood up and left.

"H-Hey! Are you being serious? That's a group of elite mercenaries, not just random bandits…" The Hunter didn't stop and left with the previous girl leading him out of the building.

"Commander, are we going to let him go attack the bandit camp alone?" The adjutant girl in a skimpy outfit asked.

"Of course not." The Commander looked stressed out that someone this idiotic exists.

Like who is really going to say, "Yeah, I'd win." Against a group of 50 elite mercenaries that rival the actual military, have a fortified camp and are armed to the teeth with the best tactical gear money can buy.

"Haah… send Team 4 to follow them. They should be idle right now. Tell them to not interfere unless he is critically injured and only drag him back if possible." The Commander ordered as his conscience cannot feel calm sending someone to die just like that.

———

Meeting the girl from earlier, SIG-510 on his way out. He greeted her with a slight bow before leaving the town and headed towards the destination he memorized in his head. This trip may take up to an hour or two if he runs, southeast of the town and deep in the Yellow Zone.

"Hmn?" He stopped for a moment and stood absolutely still on the windy and dusty landscape swallowed by sand.

"Someone is following me?" He could hear the vibration of a particular hum that is getting closer and closer to him.

He decided to take a detour instead of running in a straight line which is quite obvious.

He departed in the late evening and he arrived at the bandit camp during the night.

Hiding in the abandoned building and observing the camp, he finds himself staring at the brightly shining moon in the sky. He couldn't really feel it clearly, but he could feel something beckoning him. But he couldn't pinpoint what was calling him.

Inside the abandoned residential flat, he made his preparations. Blood Vials, hiding under his coat, poisoned knives placed inside a poison soaked pouch, molotov Cocktails strapped to his bandolier, filling the bullet pouch of the spent Quicksilver bullet created using a mystical technique using his blood and finally the Blue Elixirs which will be the key to taking down the bandit camp.

He knew his limit. Even after transcending his Humanity, his flesh is not immortal as his soul. He could still die and he didn't know yet what happened after that but he will definitely not die as The Dream is his own domain and he could revive again from there.

Against 50 well armed and trained soldiers, he dared not barge in from the front gate. But indirect attack is an option. With sufficient poison and traps, he did not think it's impossible to take down this bandit camp alone. Even if anything goes wrong, death never has its grasp on him and he will rise once again like he always does to try again and again until he succeeds.

———

The residents of the bandits camp were living their lives as usual. They do rotating night guard shifts of 10 guards each shift to keep watch over their camp vigilantly where most would ignore and relegate such tasks to the machines.

"Alec, borrow me your lighter. I forgot to bring mine." One of the bandits in full tactical gear which includes night vision, asked his partner who fished out a lighter from his pocket.

The bandit then lit up a cigarette before taking a deep puff. Unaware that the brief spark of light from the lighter distracted them for a split second which is enough for the Good Hunter to slip through like an elusive ghost and successfully infiltrated the camp.

He carefully extends out his perceptions, both physically and magical. Immediately he noticed a few security cameras keeping watch inside the camp and one of the night guards was watching all the footage.

'Nine keeping watch outside. One is watching inside. As long as I eliminate the one inside, I will have a few minutes of time to eliminate the rest of the sleeping bandits before someone will check on the one inside.' The Hunter contemplated before he strategized and made his move.

Emptying the Blue Elixir from its jar, he let the empty jar fade away into the fog of the Dream before he swiftly moved toward the room scouted ahead by his Little Ones where that one bandit is sitting and watching the security footage of the camp.

*Knock* *Knock*

"Igor, it's time to swap."

"Alright… *Yawn* Hmn? Wait, it's not yet ti– Mhm!" A pair of gloved hands enter his vision in horror and one plunges a knife that has purplish glint which means it's poisoned. While the other hand firmly held his mouth together and prevented him from screaming.

Once the paralyzing poison settled in. The Hunter slit the bandit's throat before closing the door and then moving towards the dormitory where the rest of the bandits were sleeping now that no one else can notice him as long as he keeps the sound down and finishes everything swiftly.

Unexpectedly, someone was actually awake and walking down the hallway back from the toilet and returning to bed. The Hunter was almost spotted if not for his quick action to hide behind a corner and when the still half asleep bandit walked past him. He swiftly moves behind the bandit and immediately grips his mouth to prevent the scream from being released while he stabs his poison tipped knife straight to the bandit's heart instead of slitting the throat that will cause a mess. From the heart, the poison swiftly coursed through his entire body which immediately turned numb which made him incapable of even struggling as the Hunter retrieved his knife and then he headed toward the dormitory.

When he reached the dormitory, which was originally a storage room of this factory that was turned into a dormitory because it's the only empty room with nothing inside. But it also has no window and no other exit.

"That made everything easier." He mutters and retrieves a purple concoction inside a glass vial usually used to make Molotov Cocktails.

He throws the vial of concoction in before closing the door shut and waiting. Not long after, he heard a choking sound and muffled cries from inside. He waited for a little bit more until the noise died down before he opened the door and saw most of the people inside had died with horrific and painful expressions on their faces. He wouldn't deny it's a very nasty neurotoxin poison because it was intended for Beast which could only temporarily stun them. But on humans, the effect was many fold stronger.

"Di—" Someone was hiding beside the door with a gas mask on and holding a pistol with a wobbly hand, clearly affected by the poison but still desperately holding his gun up to shoot the unknown assailant.

But the Hunter remembers his prey. He counted them properly and knew one was missing from the moment he laid his eyes on the corpses in the room.

With a swift flick of his hand, a knife sailed and stabbed the jugular of the survivor before he too succumbed to the poison and the Hunter granted mercy to the bandit since he isn't a fan of prolonging suffering as that's not something a Hunter should do. It will make him no different than the Beast he vowed to destroy.

Now, the ones left are those on guard duty. They are much more difficult to deal with because sneaking would be difficult and he rather not rely on Blue Elixir too much. He could only fight frontally the moment he made his move and reveal himself. It would become a 1 vs 9 situation. But he didn't really mind it either because those odds are not the worst he had ever experienced. It's no way worse than being surrounded on all sides by large mobs of bloodthirsty Yharnamites. He remembers that particular death as clear as day. He remembers how he was tied to a pyre by those crazed mobs and burnt to death agonizingly while he was being stoned, gouged, stabbed, shot, etc.

He peek at the nine guards eyeing the wall surrounding the camp and still yet to discover the fact that the rest of their comrades are now dead. Four of the nine guards were watching from the outpost at the two entrances into the factory, meanwhile the other five were on the roof keeping a lookout.

Either one he chooses, he will alert the other. So, he must be swift and decisive with his strikes.

So far, he hadn't had the need to resort to using his actual weapon. He had been using only disposable tools which were normally quite weak and ineffective. But that is against Beasts, unnatural abominations, arcane creatures, etc. They can't exactly be held to the standard of norm. But against a normal human. Even his poison knife which toward and averages mob prowling the streets is a mild annoyance, is actually very lethal and effective that all it needs is a small nick to cause the person to become totally paralyzed in under five seconds and stabbing a whole blade near the heart is enough dose to cause a cardiac arrest.

Inside the pouch is a total of five knives, its the limit of how much the pouch could physically hold. His arm moved lightning fast and throw all five blade at the bandits on the roof before they fell on after another.

"Who is that!" One of the bandits on the outpost shouted and checking with his flashlight and found his comrades that fell off the roof.

While they are distractedly looking at the bodies, he climb up the outpost from behind and sneak up on them.

The bandit suddenly sensed an ominous feeling along with a shiver that cause him to suddenly turn his head and look at his back. "!" He saw the towering man in weird attire sneaking up on him. The bandit immediately fell to the ground on his butt on instinct and trained his gun on the mysterious assailant to open fire. But The Hunter swiftly kicked the barrel of the rifle away and ended up shooting the wall and he slammed his Saw Clever down crushing on the ribs of the bandits on the ground which killed him in one strike. Then his Evelyn lifted up and aimed at the other bandit that was alerted by the sound of thr gunshots and quickly turned around. *Thump* An ethereal echoes resound when he shot the other bandit straight in the face. It's the familiar sound that indicates he staggered his opponent and without waiting for long, his right hand form a claw and guided by an arcane force, plunged straight through the layer of fabrics and into the bandit's body. The Hunter's gloved hand could feel the familiar sensation of the soft viceral organ and that cause a smile creep on his face as he tightly clenched the guts and ripped them out.

The bandit lose all fighting strength and succumbed to the pain and collapsed to the ground. The Hunter offer him mercy to ends his suffering before he move on.

The last two bandits on the outpost on the opposite side of the factory is going to investigate the noise after not receiving any response when he tried to communicate.

He first collect his poisoned knife first and redip them in the poison pouch before making a quick work of the remaining two bandits.

After that, he with the Little One's help. Gathered all the corpse into one place. He remembers that the commander explained the Collapse Radiation can cause corpse rise up and harm the people. So, he going to dispose of them and he know a very good way to do it.

The Hunter took out a wood carved whistle and blow it before familiar fog appeared around the pile of corpse before the giant snake's mouth snapped and swallowed all the corpse.

The giant snake lingers for a bit and look at the Hunter gratefully. The snake were known to have quite the appetite given it's size and thanks to the Hunter, the snake rarely need to feel starved because he would constantly summon it into battle and eat his enemies.

The Hunter pet the scaled head of the giant snake before urging it to to leave quickly when he sense someone is coming.

"You actually did it!" Someone commented, looking jaw slacked before looking at the Hunter with awe and worshipping gaze.

The Hunter never seen this person before. But considering the weird impractical outfit, armed with firearm and don't feel human. He reached the conclusion it's one of the girls he meet from the town. He also sense no hostility from them as them six look incredibly excited that the bandits issue is taken care of and eagerly want to return.

"Hmn. Are you sent by your Commander?" He asked.

"Ah. Yes. I am MP5, leader of Echelon 4. Sent by Conmander to rescue Mr…?" She paused and inquire his name which he replied, "Good Hunter." She then continued after an acknowledging nod. "To rescue Mr Good Hunter if deemed necessary and possible. But after seeing how Mr Good Hunter could defeat the camp alone, I feel embarrassed for unable to contribute any effort." She said and shyly scratch the back of her head.

"The thought alone is enough, little one. No need to feel frustrated over something that isn't your fault." The Hunter find her words to be endearing. It's rare that he would receive anything positive from a stranger. Much less one blaming herself for unable to help.

Unconsciously, the Hunter find himself petting the girl's head which made her blushed but didn't dislike it either. Although he pulled his hands back once ge realized his action.

"Anyway, I assume my job is complete then? I already neutralized all the bandits." He said while also reminding the dormitory have poison so they need to be careful.

"Yes, the Commander is awaiting Mr Good Hunter to return." MP5 nods and says before she lead him and her team back on the jeep to return to the town.

———

Back in the town, the Griffin outpost base. He find himself excitedly greeted by the Commander that asked him various questions asking who he is. It's not out of malice. But pure curiosity as he explained. Not even a large mercenary group could achieve what he did.

But the Hunter didn't entertain those questions and asked for his pay before he leave 50 Milion Rubles richer. Apparently the Commander wanted to offer more because he left many of the vehicles and weapons intact. But he declined and only took what promised to him as he went to the market but it was late at night and all shop had closed.

He tried looking for a place to stay but there is also no one he could ask as the street were empty. So, instead. He just climbed up a roof and sleep there instead. He stares at the moon that shines brightly before he close his eyes shut.

As he felt his body drifted away into a familiar place, he could smell the familiar floral scent tickles his nose and then a familiar voice that greeted his presence.

"Ah, welcome home, my Good Hunter."

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