Someone has indeed noticed a chilly newcomer exploring the ruins of this city. Looking like a manifestation of the lonely, forgotten places here, a pale being dressed head-to-toe in a coat of rags appears occasionally in the distance as Misty travels. Sometimes perched up in the hollow of a crumbling balcony, sometimes wandering past the opposite mouth of a long alleyway, they never seem focused on her but they get a little closer each time.

Eventually, they step out onto the same street she's on, still with a healthy distance between them but closer than they'd gotten so far. And they're finally moving in the same direction that she is... though, it's a little aimless and they seem to be paying more attention to the shuffling of their own bare, dirty feet than to her.