It couldn't of been him. He was too careful. He knew this place inside and out. Probably a mouse or something. He loved mice. So juicy yet also crunchy. Offtopic. He stared at the cloaked man, intrigued at what his behind that hood. He slowly moved. Not making the slightest sound or stir. He slowly crawled on the ceiling until he was behind him. He dropped down, once again, completely silent. He wasn't going to kill him, unless the man wanted to kill him. He hoped he doesn't. He stays in his stealthy position crouched down on all fours. He continued to observe him.