Aimée is sitting in one of her white leather couches, tiping a message into her mobile phone.
Good evening, Priscus Twist. Do you happen to know where Argent usually resides or hunts or how I can contact him?
Aimée
Hopefully she could find him right this night. She put her mobile phone on the table beside the couch and looked at the pictures at her wall, her foot tapping impatiently.