A woman in a long dress standing in a doorway with a window

The sun of Yharnam was not able to illuminate the interior of the old house where the cleric's daughter lived. Darkness was gaining ground and the long shadows of the buildings covered a large part of the city. En el exterior, un viejo farolillo iluminaba tenuemente la fachada del hogar familiar. La luz, el incienso, and a solid door, They seemed to be the last defenses against those beasts born of man's desperation. The girl was alone. His mother had left home in search of his father two hours ago, And it seemed like I'd never come back. El Padre Gascoigne, as he was known throughout Yharnam, era un hombre rudo que llevaba gran parte de su vida dedicado a la caza. Aunque era una persona que adoraba a su familia, su humanidad luchaba encarnizadamente contra el mal que asolaba la ciudad. Y no siempre ganaba las batallas que disputaba. Dos horas. Two hours seemed too long for any ten-year-old girl. Enough for anyone who was on the verge of that night of madness in which anything could happen. Fifteen more minutes. El sol poco a poco llegaba al horizonte, giving way every minute to a full moon that would illuminate all of Yharnam with a silver light that would invoke a purely instinctive and cruel evil. The girl knew it would happen, So she started lighting the candles her mother had prepared just before she left. He also lit the incense sticks, Strategically placed throughout the house. But he never liked the smell. It started in the living room, where he closed the curtains of the window that looked out. He continued down the corridor, his room and his parents' room. It was there that he saw this special object for the family. oda, In that room where his parents slept, where they argued and where they loved each other from time to time... there, sobre la mesita de noche, There was a little music box. The girl took that object longingly. He gently touched its edges, noticing the striations that time had marked on him