Cirque Nocturne: Messages

Oh, London. For all that you think you're so cosmopolitan...scratch the surface, and it's still the same. Though there are a bunch of places to get a good curry at 3 a.m., so I suppose they have that going for them.

There is so much...chatter in this place. The tourists, of course, and the guests, but there is a current running beneath all of it. Last words, desperate prayers, the crying of the desperately afraid. It only makes sense, in a place that has stood for so long. Over 100 souls died near here, and some have not moved on. By and large a melancholy lot, but I think that's to be expected.

Old man talking to thin air, that's what the guards think. Hmph. There's always something there, if you know where to look.