Caesar took a long drag of his cigarette, the horrid smoke curling up from his mouth. The dark circles under his eyes suggested that the man had either little sleep in the past days, or a severe case of insomnia. A framed picture stood on his eccentric cherrywood desk. The picture was of a woman, looking not a day over the age of twenty-two, who wore a overconfident and lopsided grin. Occasionally, Caesar would acknowledge the framed picture, though he quickly looked away, acting like the picture was some ghastly monster. His dark green eyes narrowed as he mused with a face clear of any revealing emotion. Suddenly, a loud and obnoxious voice was heard, disrupting his thoughts, “Professor!” The feminine voice called. From behind the opened door was a blonde girl, who was about five foot six inches in height and looked around highschool age. Her odd punkish clothing and dyed red hair streaks contrasted with the monochromatic gray of the room. “We have a case!”