((Oh, don't worry about that. I don't want to be that kind of villain.))<br/><br/>Weak gray light filtered through the Venetian blinds in feeble, dusty strips. It washed the room in an ashy light, so that the room resembled a mockery of itself rather than being a tangible place. Of course, the fact that Victor was almost blind drunk might have had something to do with that.<br/><br/>He hacked and snorted grotesquely, bringing a calloused hand to swipe across his unshaven face. The amber liquid sloshed warmly in the smudged glass clutched in a leathery hand. He took another quiet sip, his dull green eyes scanned the paper nestled in his lap. He had read it three times over, and he still couldn't quite seem to process it.<br/><br/>Perhaps his presence here was having some more diverse effects than he had experienced before. Or, more likely, there were either people or things with similar abnormalities. Lightning strikes and animal killings. He wondered briefly if there might have been something odd in that terrorist attack. He waved his hand dismissively and attributed his suspicions to his lack of paranoia about terrorist activity. Being homeless, he didn't exactly need to worry about being targeted (provided his activities remain secret). Apart from that, who the hell would want to attack Chicago? He had to admit that the place held a certain...(he cast his eyes about the room)..grimy...charm.<br/><br/>He stood up, swaying slightly and pulled a cigarette from the pocket of his brown wool coat. He scratched the head of a match on his thumbnail, his red nostrils absorbed the acrid smell of sulfur, and pulled. He shambled into the bathroom and gazed dully into the cracked mirror, studying his gaunt face. His skin looked unhealthy, the color of old paper. His hair hung in grimy tendrils. He laughed at his reflection. Maybe he shouldn't be looking down on a shitty room in Chicago.<br/><br/>Still grinning with the crushed cigarette dangling feebly from his broad mouth he left the hotel room. He didn't know exactly how he was going to find out anything in this city, but he may as well investigate and see what else he could sniff out (If anything). His grin fell when a weary sigh rasped from his throat, and he shuffled off down the wet pavement with his head down and his hands thrust into his coat pockets.