From the depths of Ailing Loran, to the bloody streets of Yharnam, the scent of the Hunt hangs on her nostrils. A taste lingering on her tongue, an inkling in the back of her mind. Scratch. Scratch. Scratch... Izzy was unremarkable, her messy black hair hanging loosely under her hood, a girl born from this twisted city. A cat in the alleys, ever curious, she jotted down all she saw. That was then, now she would be remembered for something. A discovery like no other, a city on the brink of collapse; innocence in a world of corruption.
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