The thief was skilled, despite her 'condition', and moved as silently as a shadow through the building. In the decrepit lobby knelt what looked like a man at first glance. He wore a long, tattered white coat that was soiled with something. His skin quickly showed that he wasn't human. It was blue, with small purplish vines running through it like veins. Strange orange flowers blossomed all over his body. There was no visible eyes or nose on the nearly oval head, only a small lip-less mouth that gave voice to his sorrows. He did not notice Chris's entrance, only trying to weep from his non-existence eyes. He smelled quite pleasant at least. It was a warm smell, sweet and relaxing. There was also something gold, glittering around his next.