Amazed at how this pokemons eyes could somehow tell him everything, Myos sits down beside her, looking at how the setting suns coloures coat the tombstones, wooden crosses and flowers on the graves. “It’s a bit complicated…many ghosts don’t stay here for long or are just passing by, so I don’t really have a chance to get to know them. But I really like my Master! She was the one who convinced me to stay here. And I like our gardeners, even thou one of them doesn’t like to talk to me at all. I guess she’s somewhere out there art the moment, watering the flowers, so if you want, you can try to search for her. But I guess that’s already it. I don’t havve many friends here yet, but I hope to befriend some more ghosts after being here even longer!” He smiles wide, already happy with the thought of getting more friends over time.