Chance sprinted across the eerie area that was covered in dark clouds and accompanied by gravestones. Each of the gravestones had certain names as well as dates on them. Hardin floated slightly as he kept up with the pace of the Haverton detectives. The howling of the wind grew louder, the wind itself picking up speed.
Hardin's eyes glanced at each of the gravestones they passed, he clicked his tongue and shook his head.
"You knew these people?" Freddie asked much to Hardin's surprise.
"People killed by Voyde. I've heard the stories." Hardin spoke. "This is exactly why I never came face to face with him. That man was never right in the head." The transparent man furrowed his eyebrows as he heard the sound of snickering. He saw Chance's mouth grinning and chuckling as they continued on to head to the street where Voyde was at.
For some reason, the area felt larger, and longer than it initially was.
