Arumat, still searching through the run-down rooms was visibly frustrated.
After a while he exited through the window again. He looked pale and absent as he sat on the ground, next to something that would seem to be some sort of shelter made out of scrap metal. They will pay for this... A single tear shed from his eyes as he pulled a cigar from his pocket and lit it.
After a few pulls on the cigar it started raining in the area of the alley.
Arumat smirked, as he said: Heh... Exactly how I remember...
