A heavy sigh, cup half hearted sip from his cold mug of coffee; another deadline. JÃ©an had to keep working but he couldn't think of where to go with his latest detective mystery novel. Rubbing as his thinly scared over hazle eyes, JÃ©an set back to work, drawing institution from his own exploits as a Private Investigator. His dark hair was just past his ears and it enjoyed moving whenever he wanted to do something that didn't leave his head flat.<br/><br/>He did detective work as well as the odds and ends involved with it. Many of those he worked for knew his reputation as a master in the martial arts of all kind, seeking protection of some sort. He used these jobs as a catalyst for a twist in the plot. Leaning back in his chair, he glances at the clock. It was late... He'd better check. Pushing his chair back, JÃ©an stands and works the knots out of his back. He'd written so much since he chose to become her guardian.<br/><br/>Smiling softly to himself JÃ©an remembers those beginning days. She had always thought of it as an adventure, there was always some hidden mystery in the world to be solved, she had always been so... Innocent. Working his way into the kitchen, JÃ©an goes to fill his mug only to realize he didn't have it. It must have been late.. Walking through the common area, he glances at the Piano. Her father had been a musician and she herself was an accomplished pianist.<br/><br/>Listening to her play was one of his favorite things to do. She didnt simply play a long, she breathed life into it. It was like listening to a living thing float through the air. Then, he noticed it, the door to his room was open. Forgetting his mug, JÃ©an softly approaches the door before quietly pushing it open. She had slep in his bed again. Smiling to himself, he turns the handle and silently closes the door.