Department 7 Headquarters - The Real World 12:04 am - Vesper Novak
"Ah, the spirits," Vesper said with a few slow, vacant nods, "No, what they did was… They… dissolved, I suppose. It was so strange… And somehow beautiful… A hoard of previously fervent Garou slowly evaporating away into nothingness. Or so it seemed."
Vesper's black eyes followed the skateboard, amused by the juxtaposition of such a conventional object in a place where so many extraordinary things had happened. The boy, too, carried the same contradiction - such an ordinary-looking boy… And yet here he was. And what was he? ... Who was he? Vesper realized that if they had been introduced, he'd long forgotten the boy's name.