"Mr.Blue?" Deluna wandered about the mans home searching for him. Though she has barely known him she seems all to used to his rather strange habit of simply vanishing. He was clearly a man of wealth, the home was decorated with strange arts...Photos of war, surgeries, and one that sculpture that was beyond off putting, an optical illusion of a skull that followed you where you walked. She however seemed to share his taste staring at them intently analyzing their true meaning as opposed to the obvious display's of violence.
Soon she had found his notes, despite how aloof he had seen. Notes are spread about but not as surprising as the fact he had notes, the notes where in some sort of code...Deluna resumed her quest for more information! As she went through various rooms, the only thing she found was a degree....It was almost three hours of snooping before she gave up, and found her way to the living room and watched bad television...
"At least he made breakfast before he left..."