The darkness that had creeped into John's vision had slowly started to recede allowing him to see the room he was in.
It was an old and dilapidated surgery room with used iv drip bags, rusted scapels, and other common things you would find in an abandoned surgery room.
But when John looked to his left he noticed a pool of blood that started to grow from a drop to a puddle then finally to a pool.
And what rose out of it was something you would only find in nightmares. It resembled a wolf but it seemed more brutal and gory. It's claws like knives, it's fur like rough leather with hair, and it's eyes oh its eyes they seemed to be two pits of deranged madness that will suck you in and never let go.
It slowly rose out if the pool of blood and creep towards John reaching him in a way to maximize his fear, but all it did was remind him of the beast that took everything from him.
This made him enraged causing him to slowly burn up. Upon the beasts contact with his skin it started melting it's hand with the skin and surface tissue being the first to be then it spread to the rest of its body though its oily and matted fur.
As it finished being burnt to the bones and remnants of flesh and muscle little creatures started to crawl on John's body pushing him down onto the operating table somehow sending a message that they aren't the enemy calming John down from his burning rage.
After the little creatures covered his field of view John felt his eyelids slowly droop then finally close, drifting into a calm sleep.
John: *startled gasp*
Then he woke up to find himself still in he clinic but without the pool of blood anywhere. Looking g around he notices many other operating tables either turned over or just broken.
John: Where am I?
He asks as he realizes this looks like the same clinic but when he got off the table this seemed to be the second story of the clinic.
When he took a step he realized that there was no pain he usually experienced because of his illness. It seemed he was cured!
John in his excitement had started to burn and on reflex went to pat himself down and calm down before realizing the flames don't hurt him. He could control it!
Then he heard some snarls from the floor below him so he decided to investigate quietly and snuck down the stairs.
Upon his arrival downstairs he notices many bodies on the floor some clawed into, some ripped open, and some seeming to be missing many limbs. It truly was a bloody scene.
John: What the hell happened here?
He questioned till he saw the perpetrator which was currently enjoying its meal of a hearty meal which was the heart of a corpse.
John seeing this started getting angry, but he knew there was a time and a place for everything so he looked around the room for anything he could use and all he saw was common things you would find in a clinic.
Then he had an idea which just might be the thing to give him this victory. Just the thought of ending this beasts life made him start to steam up.
So he quietly snuck to one of the iv bag stands and just kept the stand which was rusted, but was still metal. He started to heat the tip using his hand while crouching behind the beast until he was about 3 feet away.
Then the beast started to notice something off and stopped enjoying its meal and sniffed the air, but it was to late for John had already speared the beasts brain from behind.
It didn't kill it though and the beast sweeped and clawed its arms in John's direction slicing into his gut pushing him back with the rod still in hand.
John: Aghh!
John exclaimed in pain, but he wasn't down for the count yet so he circled the beast same as it was doing to him. Then as if a rubber band was snapped they charged toward each other.
The beast had leaped toward John in an attempt to rip him to ribbons from above and John had stayed low to see if he could get to its underbelly.
John swung and stabbed the rod into the beasts gut and kept stabbing as the beast was able to get a hold of John with its claws piercing into his shoulders.
John still holding onto his rage started boiling the beasts claws causing it to loosen its grip which was all John needed. Going for the final stab he aimed for the roof of the beasts mouth stabbing its brains center causing it to let out a final growl before slumping over.
John pushed the body off of himself with some effort because he is still losing blood fast.
John: Maybe I can...
And so he tries to seal the bleeding wound by cauterizing it close. With some painful grunts he did it at the expense of near exhaustion and notices that it closed better than before when he attempted it gaining charred skin and a thought to never do it again.
John still has to move on though so he opens the door without realizing a feeling of obtaining something unexplainable.
After leaving the clinic he sees a closed gate and opens it allowing him to travel the streets still on edge because he now has gotten a taste for what Yharnem really is and what it can contain.
While on his way to what seems to be the front of a church with a weird glowing lantern he notices a group of people holding axes, pitchforks, and anything they could get their hands on that resembled a weapon along with torches.
The strange thing about these people though was that most of them seemed to have beastly appendages instead of human. Some had the fur of a beast on their arms, others legs, and some even their face.
All this fur seemed matted with blood and dirt. As John got closer to them trying to sneak around them one had noticed him and went to cut him down so John dodged and mid dodge he noticed their eyes.
They spoke of a sweet release of madness and brutality of all their past victims.
John had to push past the crowd and when one of them came in contact with him went up in flames as if the fur on their bodies were dry enough along with the blood being fuel to the fire killing them.
After the crowd of maddened citizens he arrived upon the lantern which seemed to attract him to kneel and touch it. Which he did slowly fading into blue lights taking him away from this place.