"Are you dead?" came the question. Wax. It was the question and that smell which first came to mind between the spikes poking at his mind rhythmically that stirred Charles from his state of induced slumber, the darkness bearing down upon him parting as he opened up one blue eye after the other. He was flat on his back, staring now at something far from the slowly brightening sky of Victoria. It took a moment to come fully into focus, but upon inspection it seemed to be - polished wood? Something high grade like he might see at home. Had he been taken home after passing out? Charles quickly threw that notion aside, the wood was part of some overhead frame of an upper level upon closer inspection - a balcony of sorts on the level above wherever he was. Which was the next question - if he wasn't at home, where in heaven's name was he? Again the smell of wax pervaded, and the voice from before - one he had almost thought was part of his wooziness, sounded out. "You're not dead! Or are you? Are you a Bakemon?" The raven haired teen looked about, seeing if he could spot whoever was talking to him. No people, just the smell of wax and the glow of candlelight, which he instinctively looked towards... And nearly jumped out of his skin. There before him, floating a meter off the ground was the source of the candlelight - a candle as to be expected, but with a face and arms.. Even its flame had eyes! Large red eyes stared down at him accompanied by a smile, as if expectant. Charles had not an idea of what to say or do, yet even in this moment of stress he found himself ordering his mind and trying to calm down, mindful that this creature may not be entirely harmful and instead simply strange. Considering its questions, he decided it'd be best if he replied. "If you are talking to me, I'm not dead. I have no idea what the other thing is, but I don't think I'm that." He pondered for a moment, deciding to speak quickly so as another slew of questions from the strange creature didn't follow - he needed to find out where he was! "Just where are we? And who and/or what are you?" Came the questions, straight to the point. A few minutes later and it was that Charles was standing within the hallway of the mansion now, staring through the huge panes of glass that separated him from what lay outside - a dark and all too disconcerting looking graveyard filled to the brim with gravestones, most crooked and barely looked after. The creature he had woken to - this digimon as it called itself, hovered beside him, still seeming to expect some kind of response after everything it had revealed. If Charles was being honest with himself, half of it had gone in one ear and out the other. The creature was very excitable and not entirely helpful - he didn't even think "she" knew very much about where they were at all. Apart from the name "Waning", "Candlemon" and "Digital World" the young adult still had truly no idea about where he was or what he was doing there. He could see more creatures creeping around outside too - strange looking cartoonish ghosts wearing sombreros most commonly. Was the cemetery haunted? Looking back to Waning, Charles sighed and tried to put aside his confusion for now so as he could ask one more question. "Do you know where I could go to find out more about this place?" It was a simple enough question, but he doubted she really even knew that. It seemed like it took her some time to consider, but after a while she replied with that smile she hadn't lost since Charles had laid eyes upon her. "I think there was some city somewhere! We could probably go and ask there! I'd say we should find Master, but he hasn't been around for a little while..." It was for a moment now that Waning lost her smile - something to do with this 'Master' had bothered her - but he didn't press the topic. If there was a city he could find that would be filled with people for him to learn more about the situation from, he'd get there first.