[Fret pulls at his scarf, kind of reeling over this stream of revelations, but he pushes on. At least revisiting the room steeled him for this somewhat.]

This random girl who was in the dance studio this week. She was crying past the door, and she started to tell us where she came from, but then she got killed right away before she could say anything. I ran in and found the ashes.

If that wasn't you doing it then...