[Samus emits something of a growl herself, and, while tempted to quite literally kick the door in, tries the knob first. She finds it unlocked and she lets herself in, cautiously. Gun first.
Something isn't right here... Calling out his name would be a frivolous waste of her breath, knowing Caim wouldn't be able to verbally reply, if this were some kind of trap, or if he were even here at all. A quick search of his place proved the dragon was right...
His computer desk was tipped over. Was he robbed? Samus's eyes trail the rest of the scene, finding a computer speaker embedded in the wall. No, this wasn't the work of a robbery. This was the work of emotional turmoil. Anger.]
He isn't here. Something on the computer probably set him off...
[Another glance around the apartment shows numerous drawings, clearly made from Ai. Flowers. Pictures of Ai and Caim together. Come to think of it, where was Ai as of late?]
...
[A small worrying sense of urgency causes Samus to pocket her gun, and she sets forth to reassemble the machine and the desk. It would likely contain a clue to his whereabouts.]
WOW typos I am so sorry.
Something isn't right here... Calling out his name would be a frivolous waste of her breath, knowing Caim wouldn't be able to verbally reply, if this were some kind of trap, or if he were even here at all. A quick search of his place proved the dragon was right...
His computer desk was tipped over. Was he robbed? Samus's eyes trail the rest of the scene, finding a computer speaker embedded in the wall. No, this wasn't the work of a robbery. This was the work of emotional turmoil. Anger.]
He isn't here. Something on the computer probably set him off...
[Another glance around the apartment shows numerous drawings, clearly made from Ai. Flowers. Pictures of Ai and Caim together. Come to think of it, where was Ai as of late?]
...
[A small worrying sense of urgency causes Samus to pocket her gun, and she sets forth to reassemble the machine and the desk. It would likely contain a clue to his whereabouts.]