Victor's path lead him to Vermont's building quicker than he might've expected. The Alleys were clear at night, save for a stray cat or two, and there wasn't much to impede his path. He ran, the cool morning air slowly fading at sunlight crept past building silhouettes. The air might've gripped others, but Victor seemed adamant in his resolve. Something was about to happen, and it wasn't going to be pretty. 

	Upon arriving at Vermont's home, everything seemed calm. Though, the front door was left unlocked, and ajar. Vermont was known to air out his lab from time to time, but this early in the morning? This was suspicious. There were not many civilian mages out and about yet, and it would offer Victor plenty of time to sneak his way into Vermont's home without being detected if he wished to do so. But looking closer, he may have noticed a thin trail of blood starting just within the doorway, underneath the bottom of the door. Even worse, something peeked around the door frame ever so slightly.

	[i]A limp hand.[/i]