[i]There was something there. Something that Irina recognized.[/i] [i]Leaning against one of the mausoleum's shining red walls would be a figure that the new arrival would draw connections to, as well, at least between himself and this one. She was clothed in such an attire that was strikingly fitting of.. a Hunter, of Yharnam's savage hunts that transpired, on and on and onwards again.[/i] [i]This female Huntress, whomever she was, would be cloaked within a long jacket of what appeared to have been dragonscale, the shining material glistening in the light from above. Underneath that would not be the buttoned shirt of a regular Hunter's garb, but instead what appeared to have been a plate of armoring, mixing together a sturdy ivory material and what was perhaps kevlar into a breastplate. She had no gloves upon her being, only revealing snow white, pale hands.[/i] [i]The unhidden head that belonged to the fellow Vileblood was undoubtedly pale and as sharp as her bodily structure, her skin matching the snowy hands that left her sleeves, with her hair, tied into a long ponytail, was a mixture between a white and a blonde. Icy blue eyes looked up at the newcomer, with that face left cold, emotionless, and hardened.[/i] [i]She wasn't sure. But there was a method that she could try.[/i] "If thou wouldst this path walk.." [i]Irina spoke up at last. It was part of what Annalise had said, long ago. Back in Cainhurst, back in the Hunts..[/i]