Lacuna's brow arches, as the Moros opens the field for questions. If she were someone else she would abuse that privilege. Instead she nods, "It looked like something out of a bad b-movie. More trappings of devil worship, then anything I'd think of as actual magic. The runes, if they were actual runes. I didn't get proper photos so I can't grab 'em for you. They were in blood. Actual blood, not red paint. It was human, not animal. Not my someone's but someone else's someone." she frowns that sentence felt awkward around her tongue.
"The room was 120 square feet. No windows. But it did have heavy drapes. Velvet or satin or something like that. Weren't any light fixtures. The Electrical was still running but nothing was put in. Candles, wax. The alternative I assume. Ritual daggers, bloodied and not well cared for." Lacuna lists off from memory, mechanically. With even less inflection then the taciturn women normally used.
She takes a breath before turn her attention to the opportunity Epitaph provided. "How do you know, specifically that you've been reincarnated? I know the Soul is real, it carried on a goes....somewhere, but for your certainty....how are you sure?"