65 Enigmatic gibberish... (1/2)

”Welcome home good hunter. What is it you desire?” The melodious voice of the doll welcomed Surgit as he approached her. Her face, devoid of emotions, still looked noble and extraordinarily attractive. Surgit wondered who the doll was inspired from. He would have loved to meet the person who inspired such a wonderful art creation.

He wanted to upgrade his skill and strength but was unsure of how the doll would react to the echoes he had. When he inspected them with his insight, he could see the same green cluster of light in the enveloping darkness. He didn't know what that meant exactly. He didn't even know how many echoes were enough for him to develop his skills more. He inspected his status using his insight again. It read:

Name : Surgit

Insight level : Narrow minded

Strength : Waste of Skin (2)

Skill : Skillful (2)

Bloodtinge : Blood Hungry (1)

Arcane :Blind (1)

Since the doll was enigmatic regarding how he could upgrade his skills, Surgit decided to use a different approach. He addressed the doll:

- ”Can you tell me what the skills that I can upgrade are?”

- ”Certainly good hunter. Place your right hand here.” She extended her arms towards him. ”Let the echoes become your strength.”

Surgit did as he was asked. After a while, the doll rose and informed his that he can only upgrade his bloodtinge and arcane. 'If I can only upgrade my bloodthing and arcane, that means that the cluster I see serves to help me get only one improvement.' Surgit was deep in thought. 'This means that those echo clusters serve as some kind of badge to get me promoted through some kind of ranks.' He was thinking methodically, trying to understand the whole system in a logical manner. 'Then this means that I need more echoes, which would lead me to forming more clusters.' He had to clear all of Central Yharnam in order to accumulate one cluster. If he had to repeat the same process again and again, he would have to clear all of Yharnam before he could even hope to get a better grade. And how big was Yharnam? How much did he have access to? Would clearing all streets be enough for him to be strong enough to end the hunt?

All of these questions raced into his mind to the point that it almost drove him to desperation. There was so little information and so much mystery. If only there was someone who could at least give him a hint to what he should do. He felt lost and alone. The only sane hunters he'd met were that lady crow and the sleeping old man.

- ”Did you speak to Gehrman?” the doll asked as if she read through his mind.

- ”Yes I have heard his snoring,” Surgit commented, frustrated.

- ”He was a hunter long, long ago, but now serves only to advise them.”