When he came to his senses, he found himself in a vast room. He was lying down on a comfortable queen sized bed. The most comfortable thing he had the pleasure of using since his arrival to Yharnam. “Finally awake huh, welcome back to the world of the living.” A woman’s voice said from afar. Francis got up and looked at the place where the voice originated. A tall woman, fully clothed in white was looking at him. “It’s a wonder a mere human like you managed to get here. How did you worm your way to the upper cathedral ward?” her voice was authoritative and he didn’t want to upset her from the beginning. “I met a lady doctor down at the cathedral ward who gave me the key to access this closed down area. She told me that I can get access to blood ministration here” said Francis after deciding that honesty would be again a good option to get on this woman’s good side. The woman smiled and inspected Francis from head to toe with her eyes.

“An old frail man, looking for blood ministration: that is unusual. Are you sick old man?” “No I’m not. I’m just seeking knowledge and Enlightenment. But after what happened to me before I fainted, I’m not sure anymore. Were you the one singing?” He said after remembering what had happened before he fainted. “You could hear the singing? I’m amazed old man.” The woman was taken aback by what Francis had just revealed. Perhaps he wasn’t supposed to hear the woman’s voice. “I heard it then I felt extreme pain in my head. I fainted right after that, do you know what might be the cause of that?” he asked. “That was insight. You gained an insight even though you do not possess the old blood. Master Willem was right after all, we should not depend on the use of blood.” The woman seemed to have been absorbed in thought after what Francis had told her. “So, that is how it feels to gain insight huh.” Francis was still worried about the searing pain he had just experienced, but at learning that it was insight, he felt relieved. “Very well, that lady doctor who gave you the key must’ve seen something special in you. And I agree with her. If you’re looking for blood ministration, I may be able to help.” Declared the woman after a moment’s silence. “Wonderful! This is just brilliant. I’m relieved and glad to hear that.” Francis was surprised at how fast people trusted him.

‘Am I this trustworthy? In any case I need to find a way to use insight to my advantage.’ He decided then to ask the woman

“Before we begin, can you tell me how I can use my insight? I talked about it with the lady doctor but we never go to the part where I’d have to use it.” “This will come after you’re done with the blood ministration. All you need is a bit of Yharnam blood of your own, and everything will follow. Stay here please, I’ll be back with the necessary tools.” Then she disappeared behind the door.

Francis was glad he met that lady doctor back at the chapel. Thanks to her everything went well for him. He couldn’t stop but think of what could have happened to her. He knew that insight gives one the ability to see things usually unseen to normal human beings. The more one gains, the more he could see and understand about the unseen.

They spoke about other worlds that humans couldn’t access and other dimensions in which other creatures live. He knew that to be a hunter would mean that he’d have to kill beasts and fight to survive. But that would also mean that he’d get access to more insight and more knowledge about the unseen. He always had the feeling that humans live in a dimension where everything seemed so harmonious and logical. But on the other hand, what they couldn’t see or explain, they explained it with faith, religion or magic. They never tried to acknowledge that there could be stronger things that control our existence: That we could be just tools for others as domestic animals are used by humans for sustenance and other purposes.

As he was absorbed in thought, the woman came back with a set of tools. Syringes, bottles and vials filled with blood. “Now just lie down and relax. The process is painless. You will lose consciousness and wake up anew.” The woman then used a needle connected to a tube and inserted it into Francis’ bloodstream. The tube was connected to a vial filled with blood, and it started slowly mixing with his. He felt his head getting heavier and he drifted away, losing consciousness.

The woman was still there, looking at him cautiously and clenching a weapon in her right hand as he opened his eyes. “What happened? Did I do something wrong?” he asked as he saw that the woman was stressed and ready to attack at any moment. She relaxed once he spoke and said: “The administration doesn’t go as planned on some occasions and we need to dispose of the patient before it’s too late for them and for everyone else. But yours seems to have gone well. How do you feel? Did you have any bad dreams?” she was still apprehensive although she had relaxed her grip over the weapon. “I dreamt that I was flying above the city, looking at it and admiring its majesty. The dream was wonderful actually.” Francis had dreamt something different, but he decided to conceal it from the woman. “Strange, I’ve never heard of someone having such a dream. You really are a special case. Come with me, it’s high time you got used to that new body of yours.” She stood and headed towards the door.

Francis stood and inspected his body. It felt like he regained his teenage body but with more tone. His body had new muscles and he didn’t feel the pain in his bones anymore. He felt lighter and stronger. ‘The blood ministration is a real blessing, it’s better than what I expected’ he thought, thrilled at the idea of becoming more powerful than ever.

He followed the woman into a bigger room. It was spacious enough and it had different types of weapons. “You can choose the one you like in here and we will train with it. You need to know how to use your new strength.” The woman was excited to help Francis. Spending a long time alone in a mansion like this can get a person to go crazy. Francis looked around at the arsenal presented before him. He liked katanas and he always imagined himself fighting with one. He found one and took it. It was heavier than what he thought, the blade looked extremely sharp and the pommel had some strange inscriptions on it.

“Nice choice, the Chikage is a powerful weapon, it uses blood attacks and it can-“The woman wasn’t able to finish her sentence as her head was cut off with one swift strike. ‘I like this body and this weapon already’ thought Francis. ‘I thought that she’d fight back but she just stood there and took it. Lack of practice I guess, no matter, time to explore this place.’ And he went outside, ready to explore the mansion and unlock its secrets. With his newfound powers, he knew that he could face any danger. Moreover, he had a place to go to, that dream he had was really illuminating.