The group walked over the roof of every building that the girl told they looked red, as she explained was her brother's Soul color.

-Our bond, even though is now just betrayal, made us be able to see each other's colours. - Pond said in an innocent tone, moving her arms around to show every word as an experience.

-We died a long time ago when a storm hit the boat we were in. After some... unexpected circumstances, my brother killed me. He always tells me that my corpse made weight and threw him over the edge of the boat, m but what could I do to stop that? I was already dead.

Pond exaled, irritated, before she continued.

-Our parents had died a few months before and so we were alone. It was expected, we couldn't last long before our unexpected death, but it was unfair to take us so soon.

Clover felt annoyed by the girl, her odd fitting, like forcing a puzzle piece that doesn't fit. It may bend and look as if it could work, but the image is not the same. Blaze was indifferent, every now and then looking at the girl to figure out little details about her and her past. Lavender was curious, she heard in every word of the girl as if she had to write a million-word-essay about it, nodding at every rhetorical question the girl did. The contrast between clothes also was remarked. Lavender had the same clothes as she had been wearing 3 days before her death, grey purple T-shirt and dark pants. On the other hand, Pond had a light blue dress which reached to the floor. Its arms were hanging over the side of her shoulders and the plain design was completed with a yellow star in the middle of her chest. All of these combined with her headlace with that weird blue stone in the shape of a water drop.

Clover raised an eyebrow as she examined Pond.

-So... When did you die, anyways? You look like you are from the middle ages.

Pond stopped walking, barely looked over her shoulder and stabbed Clover with her sight.

-1703.