"What happened here?"
The words were whispered to the empty graveyard in which he stood, coming out on a foggy autumn breath. Theta ran a hand along the jagged remains of a gravestone, finger catching on a paricularly rough edge with a tang, right next to where the end of the grave's name was; it was uncertain who really lay to rest here, as everything but a simple 'A' was smashed to rubble, as if someone had swung a pickaxe at it. He wiped the small spot of blood that he'd gotten from the stone's edge off on his grey hoodie (leaving an orange stain that might be hard to get out, blast), looking out among the graveyard silently.
This wasn't the only destroyed grave.
"I don't know what happened here, but I don't suppose it was something quite human, do you?" Theta walked forward to examine the next grave, this one implanted in the ground, half buried by old grass and fallen leaves. He sat down on his heels and brushed the brown and red leaves out of the way, blue-grey eyes widening at the uncovered visage of the grave. It looked as if, no, there had been a foot, stamped into the stone. It looked human, but it was barefoot (not many people traipsed around barefooted in graveyards), and if that wasn't enough, it was stamped into stone, enough for the grave to crack at the edges. Theta waved Robin over, awkwardly shuffling out of the way so she could see.
"Definitely not human, eh? I..." he straightened up and turned around, now just noticing the lack of companion at his side "...Robin?"
The risk I took was calculated, but man am I bad at math