[h3]Pthumeru Yharnam layer, the Old Labyrinth[/h3]
[h3][color=red]Arrayah, the Profane[/color][/h3]
It was undeniably a gamble for Farren to fire his pistol at Ophelia's head at this point, given that he had loaded it with a quicksilver bullet while having modest bloodtinge and having [I]just[/I] injected her with a blood vial to restore her regenerative potential. Luckily – if one was inclined to deem it as such – he had also just yanked on her body with all of his weight and strength while she was still pinned to a wall by a large blade, she was still bleeding from being impaled, and her wrist was continuously regenerating Arrayah's efforts to break it. All of this combined with Ophelia's naturally puny vitality meant that even Farren's relatively weak bullet did enough damage.
The last thing Ophelia saw was a flash of particularly bright azure light in the monster's bigger eye, then she faded into the embrace of death and reawakened back in the Hunter's Dream... still holding her Holy Moonlight Sword.

“Unexpected,” Gerlinde giggled over on the other side of the creature that none of them could tell was there, grinning widely at Farren. “Now what?”
But as it turned out what happened next was quite out of their hands. With none of them being aware of their opponent, Farren had no warning and no way to protect himself against Arrayah's furious vengeance. All he felt was a sudden sharp pain in his neck, then his head tumbled off his shoulders, being treated to a couple of seconds of being able to see their deformed enemy through the eyes of his detached head. Then he faded back into the Dream as well.
“Oh,” Gerlinde mused, blinking her eyes and letting out a small laugh. “Well. I guess I know what comes next.”
And indeed, a second later Gerlinde was beheaded as well. That left just Torquil, whose arms dropped down his sides as he closed his eyes and heaved a sigh. “Not again...”
Then he was killed as well.