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Nights in Yharnam were so rarely this quiet. But this Hunt is slow, and the sun is even slower, and so the city takes a well-deserved rest.
But the Vicar does not abide slowness, and his desk lamp has enough oil to last through the night, and so he keeps his eyes wide open.
He has paperwork that needs to be done, and letters that must be written. He's out of a caretaker, after all.
He just wishes this headache would clear up.
OR: Laurence and his trauma bond warband cope with the death of Maria in very different yet equally bad ways.