"You hear the news, mate?" a brown-haired man with tattered clothes leaned in, whispering to the man on his right.
"What's that?" the totally unfazed man asked, cradling a cup of booze.
"Ay, mate! You see, there's rumors flying around about homeless people getting sucked away, leaving only their bones behind. Pretty nasty, aye?" The brown-haired man nudged his new buddy, who flung his hands down in response.
"That's just rumors, ya know? Some claim to have seen a ghost, while others say it's connected to that incident months ago," he said, gulping down his booze. "But we all know ghosts ain't real. It's just hocus pocus, scary stories told to naughty kids."
Flynn's ears perked up, listening intently to the conversation. He had been minding his own business, waiting for Nicolas, who had stepped out to get medicine from one of the street nurses.
