They made their way towards the pedestrian access and Surgit, still struggling with another makeshift accessory, tried to hold his pistol into place. He didn’t want to lose it again during an important fight. “What you need is another set of clothes” said Karla, as she was observing him, struggling with his tattered clothes. “And a shower too” added Francis.

They were right though. Blood had showered Surgit’s body so many times that he felt that his skin had become one with dried blood. The only item he had kept from his clothes was his torn trousers that served only to hide his private parts.

He saw yet another dream lantern in front of the gigantic closed gate. It was as if a sign sent to him to get back to the dream and get some rest. They approached the lantern and he inspected it. The other two looked at him puzzled: “What are you kneeling there for?” asked Francis. “I’m inspecting this lantern, I can use it-“he stopped right in the middle of his explanation. The two were looking at him as though they were speaking to an insane person.

“They can’t see the lantern, it’s not part of their world” the thought came to him… or was it the voices inside his head again? The headache had definitely blurred all his senses. “Sorry, my headache is giving me hallucinations” He finally said to the two. “Let’s proceed to the door”. He got up and led them towards the closed pedestrian door.

They tried to open it but the door seemed to have been closed. Surgit tried to break the door open but the more he hit it, the more his head pounded until the pain immobilized him. “I feared as much” said Francis.

We found a note in an abandoned house before. He handed it to Surgit and it read “When the hunt began, the Healing Church left us, blocking the great bridge to the Cathedral Ward, as Old Yharnam burned to the ground that moonlit night.” The note was cryptic but it confirmed that this way was sealed. They had to find a different one, if there is any.

Gilbert may be of help but Surgit didn’t want to speak of him to the others. “I don’t know if this place is Old Yharnam but we really need to find a different way to the ward.” Francis was anxious to get to the Cathedral. He aspired to become a hunter and after seeing Surgit’s transformation, he couldn’t contain his excitement. “You go on ahead, I need to rest for a while” said Surgit to the duo. “This place is safe enough for me. I will take a little rest then catch up with you.”

He waited for Francis and Karla to disappear then he inspected the lamp. In no time he was back to the dream with its big beautiful garden and white flowers. That place seemed so peaceful. Surgit needed some rest so he headed towards the house.

“Welcome home good hunter” a voice said as he made his way inside. Surgit jumped back and clenched his weapon. “The doll, it’s the doll! It’s alive?!” Surgit was astonished. His eyes didn’t betray him before. It was moving after all, it was even speaking.