The more I see, the less I know.
Ironically enough, Lex slopes out of a dark side street and hears the strains of “Say Hey” almost the second it starts. There's a parked-up van on the corner, a passenger waiting with the volume up and the windows down, whilst the driver is absent. He's never heard music before, and stops, pressing himself back against a darkened shop front, the metal shutters making him jump as they move and twang softly under the pressure.
He'd move straight on, having no wish to be seen or have to speak with anyone - but the sounds are like nothing he's experienced. How can mortal peoples be so joyful? He looks around the city with the eyes of a stranger in a strange land. For that's exactly what he is. Lex has been in New York City for only forty-eight hours, most of that spent resting, after his recent leap into the rifts. They choked him out right here. In this loud, dirty, cacophonous place.
It's still FAR better than the Hell city he visited a few leaps ago. Apart from sunlight. Lex treats sunlight with contempt, suspicion and more than a little pain in his as-yet unadjusted eyes.
The music blends and changes into something else. It's … less uplifting for a start, and... Lex simply can't put his finger on it, but listens until he hears the female voice. Lex's eyes open wide for an instant. It's like the box that talked to the Vampire, but it just talks - it doesn't seem to hear as the person in the van makes no attempt to converse with it. The female voice is somehow entrancing, soothing even, and her words wash over the Wraith.
So some male killed eight women? Mortals seem obsessed with death, and their lives are so short. Lex has a dim understanding of the meaning of “carnival”. It sounds horrendous. Too many people in too much daylight. Eventually the voice ceases and there's more music. Lex feels a sense of disappointment. He could listen to her for some time yet. Opting now for exploration and wondering vaguely what a munchkin is, he pads silently down the street, intent on keeping to the least populated areas.
He has no shoes yet. And needs to find something to eat that, hopefully, wont be some kind of uncooked rodent.