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This new mixture was working quite well, as far as she was concerned. Charley had separated the blood cocktail into smaller containers in preparation for exploring the narrow roads and crooked roofs of the old town. It still smoldered in some places, causing her to have brought her scarf up around her face in an effort to keep from becoming short of breath. 

The victims of the scourge here were small, for the most part, and largely skittish, she had observed. They had been closed off from the rest of Yharnam and must have developed slightly differently. The patients were easy to frighten off with fire, if the treat of blood did not tantalize them, though she had taken to avoiding them where ever possible. The results of such were so fascinating: when not in the presence of a foreign body, such as herself, they were entirely peaceful with one another. It made her feel guilty for disturbing them.