Aya squeezes the handle of the knife once more before lowering the weapon. A high school kid who couldn't even fathom the possibility of the 'scarecrow' being a human victim of torture? She feels guilty for revealing it to him. "I, ah, I'm sorry, Jason." That may explain why he's in here, though. It'd take a specific kind of person to climb that fence despite the brutal warning the 'scarecrow' represented.

"Stuck here?" Aya crosses her arms after the sheathes the knife in the empty gun holster underneath her waist-length black leather jacket. "What do you mean by that? There are others?" She clearly just got into town.