[i]Irina couldn't help but study the small bell, with those freezing blue eyes, her gaze going still as she looked upon the metal shine of the silver bell. She was familiar with such things, emphasis on the word "was". It had been years since she had heard that jingle, whether relieving or foreboding.[/i] "There is.. another. Just one." [i]Irina would admit that, for one. There was indeed another one of their ilk, but not one that had descended into the darkness that was Yharnam and returned as a predator of the night. This one was still prey - for a time.[/i] "A little girl. She took the corrupted blood, not from the Queen, but.. from my being. She would not receive the blood from the proper source, but she is one of us, still." [i]One of us. The words rang in Irina's ears as she spoke them. How odd it was, to hear such a thing, and be conflicted between feeling joy or be overcome with dread. Her hands would tighten a little as the thought, kept at her sides, her fingers digging into their frozen palms.[/i]