You have no idea what "music" she's talking about and find her request rather macabre, but nonetheless agree to hunt for some ghosts on behalf of the self-proclaimed ghost hunter.
After a lot of searching and self-reflective questions about why you're even doing this, you resolve to tell the strange Viera of the Stellar creatures in Ostrakon Deka-okto as well as the Ea, as you figure they're about as close to ghosts as anything else in this pla-- aaaand she's gone. She didn't even bother waiting for you to get back before just wandering off, it seems.
Noticing a set of footprints in the soil nearby, you determine that your missing gentlewoman wandered in the general direction of the Dead Ends.
The Dead Ends. A by all accounts unpleasant place to be even for one who's expecting it. You can only imagine the effect such an oppressive atmosphere would have on someone unprepared, say, for example, an amateur ghost hunt-- wait a minute are those bunny ears
