"<strong>My my, I thought no one lived here. I am very sorry to have intruded in your home, madame. I was wondering if... you had perhaps seen young girls in the area? Or a large feline?</strong>" Rock asked tentatively, lowering the gun and shutting the flashlight, but kept in hand the gun. The upright cat pinched his intuition in a bad way. And you never knew when there could be an ambush. Especially since the feline tracks seemed to lead exactly to this mansion, he had a good certainty that the owner of the mansion was related with the feline. Which also brought the fact that the owner in question could be linked with the recent kidnappings.<br/><br/>He rapidly looked around. Inviting door, high chances of ambush. Less inviting, possibility of direction where possible hostages hidden... Traps, highly probable... Guards, none in sight, may be sleeping or hiding for ambush. Clean home interior, more inclined owning servants, rich family. His mind was analyzing pretty much everything in a blink of an eye, though his eyes seemed to move slowly across the area, he was able to see many details most couldn't. For example, the type of flowers on the table compared to the ones in the region. In this case, highly probable they were handpicked in a nearby field or in the forest.