His frown pulls even deeper as he scribbles down a description of the event, trying to think of what word might have been pulled from it. He can just imagine Wonderland covered in fog, the same way Inaba had been blanketed with it, the memory of people talking each other into worrying about extremes still fresh. His mother had been forced to ask a patron or two to leave over that crap.

"They turned into Shadows?" he echoes, his eyebrows shooting upwards. "Did they start attackin' people?"