Ren pulled into the scene to see a the other members of SIN gathering around the body. It seemed speeding had paid off, provided one of those damned street cameras doesn't make the city ticket him. He slammed the rest of his espresso before killing the engine, then fished around the jeep for his things. Once everything was in order, he kicked the door open and got out, stopping to discretely slide a pistol into its holster at the small of his back before heading towards his coworkers, messenger bag in tow. Pale eyes examined the area, attempting to note anything that may be of use. Disappointingly, the area looked normal- at least from a general sweep. So, he instead focused on turning his other senses towards the case. With practiced ease, he let up the guard he typically had over his abilities; in an instant, his body was alive with power, a slight shudder rolling down his spine.

A couple of moments later, he was able to tell that there was a tormented spirit in the area- a new one at that. Not unusual for a crime scene. However, the chill that washed over him and heavy weight that fell into the pit of his stomach told him whatever it was, it was also very, very active. He approached cautiously, keeping an outward calm as he called out to his teammates. "What have we got?" He asked as he flicked a few stray locks of hair over his shoulder, stormy eyes falling to the corpse. It was then that his head began to swim, forcing him to shut his eyes tightly as he fought for a sense of balance. Then [i]they[/i] started- the voices. It began as a whisper, then quickly escalated to a wail. Pain, fear, and rage ran rampant through his mind as the spirit of the dead man cried out. "Damn..." He managed to mutter, as he unconsciously raised his fingers to rub at his temples. Another wave of that ice-cold sensation crept over him, his skin tingling in response as his gut clenched. He could not help but sink down to one knee, all of his attention on attempting to control the flood of information assaulting him. There had to be something of use in the jumble- he didn't want to go through this hell to come out empty-handed.