Before he received news of his illness, he was a tall fit man. He was born in a family of merchants and his education encouraged taking care of oneself. He used to practice sword fighting in the academy and he hoped that one day, he’d become an army general. His physique and look were more than average. His biggest assets were his smile and youthful exuberance. During his days at the academy, he had attracted the attention of army officials, who offered him a job in the army as soon as he graduated. News of his parents’ illness however reached the army’s general who discharged him of his duties. The ashen blood was hereditary and it was only a matter of time before it manifested on him. There was hope that it wouldn’t show on Surgit though and doctors told him that it was a rare occurrence. As months went by and as he observed his parents die after the other, his mental strength gave way and he succumbed to drinking and addiction. The old lady, who appeared out of nowhere in the clinic, gave him hope. A futile hope nonetheless but it was worth investigating. At this moment, the futility of the idea seemed senseless to Surgit. He actually found Yharnam and the negative attitude he had about the place had vanished as soon as he saw the magical properties of blood healing.

In his excitement, he found himself jumping around in a room that looked like a library. The bed where he lay minutes ago had chains on its side, only this time, they appeared to have been broken by someone. “Did I do this?” He thought to himself. He looked around. It was a circular room. Bookcases with old, dingy books were aligned against the circular wall and in the middle of the room lay the bed, with chains on its sides to hold humans from their arms and feet. Next to the bed there was a bedside table, full of syringes and vials that appeared to have contained blood. “This is definitely where I met the old man. I wonder where he is right now”. He noticed two doors. The one on his right was locked while the one on his left that led downstairs and into an ante room. Feeling the urge to explore the place, he went down.

The anteroom had a crumbling wooden floor. On the walls, bookcases were put against them at every corner. On some of the shelves, old books had been arranged. Surgit took one and inspected it. Apart from its leather cover that stayed intact, the content had long disappeared and only yellow papers remained. What startled Surgit was the amount of bloody medical instruments that lay on the shelves. Dry blood and dust was all that remained in this place. On a corner of the room, he saw a wooden chair. The chair had binding belts that could bind a sitting person from their chest, arms and feet. That place was no safe place after all. Surgit left the room to find yet other stairs that led further down.

He found himself in a bigger, more open room. There were beds arranged everywhere, in the style of the one he was tied up to upstairs. The scene he was witnessing horrified Surgit to death. Corpses were laying at some of the beds, while on others, there seemed to be only remains. Arms on one bed, legs on another, this place seemed to be an experimental one of sorts, and he somehow managed to survive the experiment. He heard a noise at the far end of the room. It was dark in there and the lights were dim so Surgit made some more steps to see what the source of the noise was, he felt his heart racing as he moved towards it. The more he approached, the more he could see shapes in front of him. He could count two and one was bigger than the other. As he approached the two silhouettes, his heart skipped a beat, a gigantic werewolf, was busy eating a corpse by the floor. Surgit stopped and, realizing the werewolf hadn’t spotted him yet, tried to devise a plan to get out of the place.