Tiana awoke with a pained start. Her whole body ached as if she had been battered with a giant hammer. Panic began to overtake her. Iosefka's clinic, had it been...? She shot straight up and winced at the pain, her eyes adjusting. She was on the balcony of some abandoned home, on the edge of central Yharnam. Tiana shivered as a cold and dead breeze blew through, a whisper of something much worse. Here she was, stuck out on the night of the hunt with practically nothing to defend herself with but...

[i][b]A pair of scissors!?[/b][/i]

The doctor sighed as she pushed her round spectacles back up the bridge of her nose and got to her feet. She had to get home, they had plenty of incense. After the hunt, she would report what happened at the clinic to the church. If she could get out of here. Tiana made her way inside, the dimness of the room jarring. She felt her way around until her eyes adjusted and noticed a staircase. Cautiously, she went up it, unsure of where she was in Yharnam. Every creak of the stairs were like a thundering blast and immense relief washed over her as she reached the top. Immediately replaced by fear. What had been the front door and porch on a central Yharnam street was now a broken, gaping hole. In the street, a dead werewolf lie, slash marks gently producing blood that ran in between the cobblestone pavement. Three tall beast-men stood over it, their arms elongated, their faces not quite human and not fully beast. They all turned to look at her. Tiana would have screamed if she wasn't so stunned at her own bad luck. 

They charged. Tiana couldn't believe how fast they were, baring down upon her within seconds. She just had time to dive out of the way, her attacker bringing his dull axe down into the dying wood. The two others were upon her immediately. She barely evaded a direct sickle slash to the gut, instead earning a slash across her arm for her vigilance. The third one, armed with nothing but a broken club, bashed her in the gut and followed it up with a left hook to the cheek, sending her sprawling across the room. Tiana's head spun as she struggled to get a handle on the situation. The first beast-man had managed to yank his axe out of the floor and advanced with his compatriots slowly towards her. Her mind raced, eyes darting desperately around the room for a way out. Across the room, above a bookshelf, was a small window, most likely out in for ventilation. But it would be Tiana's salvation. She moved into a crouch and dove between two of her attackers, getting up and running as fast as she could across the room, jumping onto the bookshelf. The doctor heard the enraged shouts of the men, their weapons slicing wood and air. She scrambled up the bookshelf and through the window, hearing the men destroy the bookshelf in anger.

Luckily, they aren't very smart. But they are persistent. Tiana screamed as she saw a head and an arm with a sickle pop through the window, waving wildly. In sheer reflex and fear, she dug into her pocket and pulled out the scissors, jamming them directly in the beast-man's eye socket. It was enough and he dropped his sickle on the small roof where Tiana was hiding, his limp body sliding back through the window and tumbling to the floor. She was shaking as she looked at her hands, where his eyeball had exploded with blood. She wanted to cry. But crying would get her killed and she already made enough noise with this little skirmish. Blinking back tears and choking back a sob, she scooped up the sickle. Tiana re-adjusted her now cracked glasses thanks to a certain beast-man. Her face was sore and even though, thankfully, the cut was shallow, it still hurt like a bitch. Tiana quickly pulled out a small bandage and applied it. That would keep it from getting infected.

As she made her way down from the roofs to the street, she saw someone chained to an abandoned carriage. Carefully and quietly as she could, she made her way over and dropped down behind it. Although not quietly enough, because the voice of a frightened man asked [b]"H-hello? Is someone there?"[/b]. Tiana said quickly [b]"Keep your voice down, we don't know what's lurking around here."[/b] She moved around the carriage and briefly glanced at the man. Young, blonde. She studied his chains. Rusty, old. Her sickle was in better condition, she began to test the distance by imitating a full force swing slowly. [b]"Do you know who put you here?"[/b] she asked and with all her might, swung the sickle, shattering the chain that held him to the carriage. She did the same with other one. That had done a number on her weapon, but flesh was softer than metal.

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