Aye. The dreams exist in a stack... [ She gestures with her hands, spreading her hands vertically. ] The sky of one because the ocean of the next. Created by the Great Ones and their rituals.

[ She looks down tiredly, sighing. Just talking about it, forcing herself to focus enough to put inconceivable things into words, is exhausting. ]

I am here to work in Hell for Yharnam... To set the city free. To never hear the Great Ones' voices again.

[ She is talking about herself. She is haunted by their voices. Their intonations have been burned in to her. She hears it always: Hunter, Hunter, Hunter. ]