It's a foggy, cloudy day around the Curti Center. But instead of staying inside away from the autumn chill, Serge is following reports of a moogle noble with... odd problems. Nobody knows who she is, and she's got a number ticking backwards over her head. Weird, but... probably another ghost, right? So they need help.

He turns to glance at the other person with him, grinning sheepishly. "What do you think about all this stuff? Pretty spooky how it's all happening right around the Night of the Thirteen Moogles, right?"