[i]The memories of Yharnam, of the hunt, they...they swirled within the Vileblood's mind, corrupting her, and ever so slightly pushing her closer and closer to the edge of utter madness. Yet a question remained within Irina's head, as she froze in place; as she stared at Daniel, the one that had caused her so much pain and suffering...[/i] [i]...How?[/i] [i]How could He be here? He was dead, a broken lunatic of a man crushed after he descended into his own insanity, into his bloodlust. So that begged the question...how was he here in the first place?[/i] [i]Unless, Irina's suspicions came true.[/i] [i]Instead of panicking, Irina attempted to ignore the apparition of Daniel, the one that had committed his life to her very death. She stared upon that thick grey robe, the bloodied pyramid-shaped head...the rotten tongue upon the ground. Irons forced herself to look upon it, before she began walking.[/i] [i]Straight towards Daniel, the one she knew was dead.[/i]