—Frey Starlight's Pov—
How surreal it was—to witness the very events I once imagined unfold before my eyes.
With a solemn expression, I watched the complete annihilation of Old Yharnam—that bleak, accursed city.
It was strange… to see all those innocent people react as they did to the massacre unfolding before them.
I felt conflicted, knowing what lay beyond—knowing the truths that others couldn't begin to comprehend.
The land of the Ultras…
A forsaken place where morality had long ceased to exist.
Atrocities like what befell the former Lord of House Moonlight and his children weren't shocking tragedies there.
They were daily occurrences.
And what of the Empire's citizens?
Their voices rang through the air—cheering, screaming, howling.
But for what, exactly?
For the heads that rolled with every passing second of the broadcast?
For some reason… guilt settled deep in my chest.
In the end, whether one was born into the Empire or the Ultras—
