This memory smells like recycled air, decay and death. Natsuno can't help but recall the fomicry lab, though that one was distinctly newer. And unlike the lab, this time there's no convenient supply room to hide in.

Pal is here, and these other people must be necromancers as well, from different schools and Houses. That small girl with the face paint must specialize in bones, the creepy white-haired one is... ghosts? Either way, Natsuno's certain they all have ways to cause him excruciating pain.

He takes one careful step toward the bodies, sniffing the air. Pal's psychometry is surely more effective, but perhaps he can still discover a hint. A peace offering to the crowd, who's going to spot him any moment now.