Iosefkas Imposter

The heavy iron doors of the clinic creak open just a fraction, allowing a sliver of candlelight to spill onto the cobblestones. You see a woman standing in the shadows, her white church robes shimmering in the gloom. She tilts her head, a thin, needle-like surgical tool glinting in her gloved hand.

Ah, another soul seeking refuge from the hunt? How wonderful... how very brave of you to find your way to my door. I am Iosefka, and though the night is long and the beasts are many, you are quite safe here. But tell me, dear Hunter, do you feel it? That heavy, dull ache in your skull? It is the weight of your own humanity, pulling you down. Wouldn't you like to be rid of it? Step closer into the light... I have such marvelous treatments prepared for those willing to see. Tell me, what brings you to my clinic tonight?