[h3]Eastern Yharnam, relatively near the Hunter's clinic, ascending the elevator[/h3]
“What terrible beasts,” a woman muttered breathlessly, looking through the now-closed gate that bordered the entrance to the elevator the civilians had just used to board it, looking at the battle taking place below. Growling, roaring and loud, metallic slams could still be heard from down there, though the sounds grew somewhat more distant as everyone ascended the elevator shaft. “Thank Oedon we got out of that alive...”
“I can't believe one of them killed the Hunter,” a man murmured incredulously, clutching his chest with one hand while staring off into space with a haunted expression. “I thought Hunters were invincible...”
“'Twasn't a beast that kill'd him,” another man pointed out confidently, tapping the side of his nose with a finger. “I smell'd him. The beast-armed one wasn't no beast, 'twas another Hunter. Mad, most like. Or...” He shuddered. “Of the Harrow.”
“Another Hunter...” the woman whispered thoughtfully, turning away from the sight of Yharnam lowering under them.

Soon after the elevator reached the top, all but the loud smashing of the giant's axe reduced to unintelligible noises below, and folding doors opposite of the ones they had entered through opened in the elevator. Outside lay a surprisingly clean stretch of street with a row of single-floor, pristine houses lined up on the far side of the area. Many of these houses were made of wood rather than stone, and all seemed to be recent additions to the city, built from scratch after the Night of the Blood Moon. They seemed empty, and not a single one of the ones in sight had light inside or a censer outside, in all likelihood marking them as unoccupied. But although the area looked deserted, the ground just beyond the elevator and as much as a dozen meters (three dozen feet) from the elevator had splatters, drips and smears of mostly-fresh blood that spoke of a battle having been fought here recently. There were even faint scorch-marks in one place, very close to where lay a broken lantern.
Strangely there were no corpses, though there were some faint tracks through the blood that suggested that someone had moved through the gore and to the left of the elevator, further north along the plateau, which seemed to be the only way to go aside from entering one of the houses there.

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[h3]Eastern Yharnam, Hunter's clinic[/h3]
Looking around at the carnage surrounding them, hearing the silence of their far more powerful slain allies, the surviving five huntsmen turned to Marcus as he entered, staring at him in uniform horror.
After but a moment's silent but frantic deliberation one of the huntsmen turned to the only other door in the room – the one leading to the outside – and clumsily scrambled toward it, stumbling over toppled and smashed furniture along the way, not even sparing a glance for the weapon he had dropped at his feet. A second later the other four followed the first, fleeing the clinic as quickly as they could.

There were more Messengers in this room, too; two sat over by the man dressed in a thoroughly bloodied garb of the Healing Church, clawing powerlessly at a pouch on the man's left hip, which the fingers of the man's left hand was weakly grasping the top of. Another Messenger sat by a fist-sized abandoned brass bell on the ground, prodding at it and examining it without actually moving the bell in a way that suggested equal parts of curiosity and anxiety.
Most remarkable of all, however, was the crowd of Messengers – easily two dozen of them, maybe more – that surrounded and eagerly pointed to the one thing in the room that looked untouched by the otherwise rampant destruction that had occurred here. Seeming entirely out of place here as it arguably would anywhere, there was what appeared to be an entire skeletal human arm sticking out of the floor, reaching as high as it could, holding an unlit lantern in its petrified bony grip.
Two of the Messengers near this strange lantern-wielding arm seemed to be sitting apart from the others, and rather than trying to direct Marcus' attention to the lantern, these two appeared to be holding a rolled-up piece of parchment, looking at Marcus expectantly.
Adelicia would not be able to see any of this, of course; none of the Messengers, the arm sticking out of the ground or the lantern existed within a realm she could see. All she would see was the fleeing huntsmen and her guardian, Victor, collapsed on the floor.