Oh was just about what anyone could say. People had theories for sure, but there was nothing concrete about that town at all. There was really nothing known for sure for just about anything in this place. And why should a ghost town full of skeletons be any different? Her thoughts were already at the ruins, her steps had already taken her close to the narrow hall that lead to the greenhouse yard. But then Nigredo spoke.

Voice too unsure, too strange, to be attributed to the stoic child. The girl turned without thinking, face pressed in concern. Only to take in his strange expression. She started back towards him, hand arcing out between them. "Hey... You okay?"