[h3]Eastern Yharnam, Hunter's clinic[/h3]
Upon examining the man in the vandalized antechamber, Arcturus found that though the man's clothes bore at least three distinctive, recent-looking tears – a long one on his right shoulder and two small, almost identical ones on the chest and back, respectively – there were no wounds matching the damage to his clothes. What he found instead was the man's skin bearing what seemed like [I]hundreds[/I] of small fissures and punctures, none measuring more than a couple of centimeters (about an inch), all of which seemed to be in the process of very slowly mending themselves. Aside from the absurd number of these tiny injuries they were also remarkable by the fact that they were all somehow wrong, as if the wounds themselves were almost inside-out. The punctures seemed like the external damage resulting from an open bone fracture, and the places where the skin was rent in tears seemed more like the skin had been messily pulled apart than cut.
Now that Arcturus was closer to the man he would also notice an odd, subtle noise coming from the man's head. The man's eyes just shuddered slightly behind closed lids, but at his mouth his tongue was rhythmically snaking between his lips, dipping its tip and side into the puddle of blood he was laying in, scooping up a little and drawing it back into the mouth. After each slow, methodical lap of his tongue his throat would contract as if swallowing.

Turning his attention to the pouch at the man's side, the Messenger moved aside to let Arcturus' handle things. The pouch, he found, was internally padded and divided into twenty or so small compartments evidently made for long, narrow objects. All but one of these slots were empty, and the final slot held a small capped vial filled with crimson liquid; something Arcturus may or may not have encountered before, being a foreigner to Yharnam and only newly acquainted with blood healing, as a blood vial.