[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5024233]Marcus[/url] took a good look at the weapons in the barrel. Swords and spears to pierce one’s foes. Perhaps they were expecting a fight, whoever [b]they[/b] were. He chose one of the one-and-half handed swords. It was bit longer bladed than those he had used during his time in gang. He tried it’s weight and balance, first pointing it towards the back of the hall and then towards the roof. It was a weird feeling, the sword felt lighter than what it looked and what he remembered. He gripped it holding it with only his right hand and gave a swing. His arm felt different. Stronger. That or the blade was not iron, but Marcus doubted that. Everything was different since he went to meet...

Pieces of memories started to flash in his head. He had gone to become hunter. To hunt the hunters that had wronged him. He had been talking with someone… A Cleric of Black Healing Church, about the Fire Dancers. How he had helped some of the outsiders to Yharnam, protecting them from dangers. How his gang had been all but annihilated by Fire Dancers. He did leave out the parts where they had robbed some wanderers and travelers, but did tell about his wish to destroy the Hunters who had ruined his life and the willingness to give his life for the Church. Hunt the beasts... And the Fire Dancers.

Then he remembered meeting clerics again and them giving him a goblet. The drink had been bitter and soon after he had emptied it, the clerics had started their chanting. He had been confused and amused at first, before he had started to feel dizzy. His visions had started blurring. The darkness embedded the candles and the cleric’s prayers started to sound like they came from under the waters. “Sleep restlessly and be born anew. Dream of horrors and awake...”

He didn’t remember anything past that point but the nightmares.
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Marcus had gotten used to the screams in the room, the wailing and the crying of the patients in the cots. He flinched when he heard a sudden voice. He turned quickly to face the source. [color=f7976a][b]“What… what’s going on?”[/b][/color] said a young man, temples shaved, eyes brown and eyebrows dark. Confusion and discomfort flashed in his face. Someone woken up like him to this life. Marcus made a quick look at the rest of the room, but so far nobody else seemed woken up. He noticed his sword was pointing his with both hands towards the bed, so he released the left hand and lowered the tip to point at the floor.

[color=BDB76B][b]“You’re... Awake.”[/b][/color] Marcus answered, not knowing truly himself what had happened. [color=BDB76B][b]“ I woke up few minutes ago. They… Church… I…”[/b][/color] Marcus stuttered, swallowed and tried to focus. [color=BDB76B][b]“I was supposed to become a Hunter. Then I... I woke up here.”[/b][/color] He said and took a nervous, quick look at other cots, at the patients screaming in them and at the creatures crawling around.