With a final warning and encouragement from Serenade, the black hare, the group set out on foot. Hakuren did not consider what had been pointed out by Leon as a flaw in his plan. Considering the location, size and state of the town, the young man figured that the locals did not have a liking for outsiders, let alone being inquired by them, thus whoever had the bad fortune of becoming their target would rather answer questions than ask them. However, he did not bother replying either. The bunny girl's answer was satisfactory. The faster things were done, the better.

Passing through the grove of dead trees, the lifeless shells of leaves rustling on the dry mud ground, the quartet made its way into Yonder. There was always something peculiar about the "south side". Be it city, town, village or ghetto, it lurked and swam through those warm waters of the dust-ridden air, watching, listening and waiting. At and for what, well, no one could say for certain. Differing and yet the same, this bizarre essence engulfed the surroundings. Standing tall and full of miniature holes, the cabins within these parts were closer to each other. Gradually, the neighborhood formed and the streets became smaller and smaller. Strolling away from what appeared to have been or currently was the main road, the band went through several alleys and up a couple of stairs. Unsurprisingly, the landscape was not entirely flat or at least the founders had not allowed it to remain as such. The area was situated atop hills, albeit the shift from one level to another was not all that sudden. This was intentionally created, in order for the town to not become submerged by water, if the lake should ever rise. The stone steps were cracked and spotted with a variety of moss and moist-loving flora, the colour of which ranged from blue to ginger. On those sides of the buildings directed towards the lake one could ofttimes spot wondrous plants clinging onto the walls, as if they were sticking out on purpose, from their stems hanging long rope-like braids, at the end of which were colourful bells. It was notable to remark that the mentioned walls did, in fact, have windows, but most had been sealed long ago with whatever the dwellers inside could find. The reason for this was all too clear.
On their journey through the village, the humans did not spot a single pedestrian, even when they hit the shady streets and purposely went in a slower pace under the cover of the darkness of objects. The homes they passed were abandoned, not a sign of life left on their property. Only the structures remained as a reminder of what this place had been and what tragic fate countless of lives had faced. Windows broken and letting in the wind, which lightly blew the torn curtains and made some doors creak and bang against their frames. The sound of the six feet currently walking together were perhaps a sound the area had not heard in a long while. The number of limbs was such, due to the fact that Mado, apparently the most eager of them all, had run off ahead, knife in hand, like a warrior heading into battle. Fortunately, she had slowed down and come around, being more like the side-line wolf in a pack, a scout listening and ready for action not too far away from the core. Leila had taken to the back of the now assembled trio, whilst Leon was walking close to Hakuren, both boys smiling lightly, thinking about their very own topics, which, in fact, were not miles apart. It was slightly amusing to observe how similar they were as they waltzed through the streets. Hands in their pockets, wearing relaxed expressions, with an easy-going atmosphere around them, it was as if they were two palls out on a stroll to meet their girls at the corner. The only difference was that, whilst the younger was preparing his lines for the upcoming play, the older was busily scanning the houses they passed with his eyes. From time to time, they came to a stop to "window-shop", yet continued nonetheless. Nothing seemed worth the while to barge in and mug, yet they were just entering the tighter parts of "the south", so there would be plenty of opportunities ahead of them. 

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As he walked forward, the black-blue-haired lad felt something poke him. Turning only his head at first, he noticed it was actually Leila, which was odd, if we were to consider how distant she preferred to be. A sweet loveable puppy she was in Dissonance's eyes, one which did not whine, nor complain about a thing. And now it looked up at him, with its big eyes searching for answers, but a snail was still a snail, thus she lacked most of the emotion a little pup would have. The lass spoke her question aloud: 
[b]“What...”[/b] she began, [b]“do you think the Siren’s song might actually be?”[/b]
Now holding to a stop, Hakuren turned a bit towards her. The answer was lengthy, he would have liked to debate on it verbally all day, but their current schedule did not allow such distractions. This being said, he knew he would have to cut it short as much as possible.
[b]"There are many ways to answer that question. It all depends on the type of book you wish to read. During his interrogation, the mayor mentioned that our objective is not of a physical kind, meaning that it's not an object. If we were to follow the whimsical tales of happy endings, obtaining the siren's song would mean that we should convince the siren at the bottom of the lake to stop her misdeeds and sing her story to us. Or punish those who accused her of being a witch and find the true cause of the ill rumor. Maybe even turn her back into a human."[/b] he told her with his everlasting smile. [b]"However, if we were to look at another genre, "The Siren's Song" might as well be the truth behind a serial killer or an experiment of a mad scientist. It could be a message, a promise or even a ghost. Although we still can't be sure what we're looking for, the way to find it should be clear. Think of it as this: You are told to find the person with 'cold feet' in a room of people. You wouldn't go touching everybody's feet now, would you, especially if everybody's wearing shoes? Because having 'cold feet' means to be scared or nervous."[/b] Turning his attention away for a moment, he noticed some sort of movement in a house nearby and a quiet echoing of voices. Inhabitants. [b]"Well, it's not wise to try making conclusions just yet."[/b] he sighed [b]"Lets see what we can dig up from this place and then head for the caves."[/b] The young man walked forward and stopped at the corner before looking back at Leila and Leon [b]"Leon, me and Leila will be hitting the first house with locals across the street. I'm sure Mado should be nearby, so go and find her, will you? She's easy to spot, don't worry. Just listen for sounds of terror and watch out for panties being waived in the wind. We're no longer in the periphery of town, so there are plenty of prospective houses. I trust you know what to look for."[/b]