Nowadays, the city seems pacified. The news and advertisements speak of a country at ease, of happy citizens that don't lack a thing. But when you look closely, you notice the disappearances. The fear in everyone's eyes.
He paused as if pondering whether to share more information with his new acquaintance.
Recently, they have begun to uncover the old ruins of Highclere manor. The estate has been shut off from the rest of the city since the... crisis. They were guarding it, but since it had been in ruins for an eternity, nobody really seemed to care. It was just an old and decrepit building, probably destroyed by a fire or a bomb in the Great War. But a few months ago, they called in a team of archaeologists - or what passes as one, really. I do not believe in their story. They are up to something behind those fences. They want us to believe they are digging for bones or stones or some such, but I know they are searching for something different in there.