The morning passed by in a quick blur, passing into afternoon, then evening for Trey. Although it only took a couple hours record his vocal tracks, he needed plenty of time to work on the rest of his music, practicing, honing, writing. As lost in his own music as he was, he only noticed the large passage of time when evening struck. His stomach growled, ending a session he'd been having alone in a practice room.

The studio housed a cafeteria on the first floor which stayed open until eight, although the food choices left much to be desired. Trey didn't mind it as he bough a salad which he finished while avoiding the collection of staff members who did try to talk to him. The rest whispered like he couldn't hear them. He couldn't, but, not saying anything, Trey just walked past. He knew that people considered him cold, but he just didn't know what to say. Even when he tried to sound polite, the words just came out too clipped and forced. He just got so awkward that they turned out that way though.

Night already started to close in when Trey left the cafeteria again, a box of apple juice in hand. He knew that most reasonable people would go home at this hour, especially after working all day, but he lived for music and nothing else. So, heading for the practice rooms again, he considered putting in another few hours.

However, a commotion stopped his steps. A number of technicians and others ran down the hall, crying out as the smell of blood blossomed. Stopping in the middle of the hall, the men ran past him in apparent terror. Trey took a sip of his apple juice, only shifting in order not to get touched as they passed. It was strange. He knew he should turn around as well, but he found his feet continuing in the direction that the men ran from instead. He didn't like to get involved in other people's business and yet he found himself stopping in front of a studio door.

The sound proofing was made useless by the fact that the last person who exited didn't let the door swing shut all the way. Nostril's flaring, Trey could tell in an instant that the smell of blood came from this room. However, he didn't hear sounds of pain, just an agry roar. Trey pushed open the door and stepped inside.

Someone he didn't know crouched on the floor with a dead body at his feet. Blood covered the floor as well as the stranger's lips. Trey's face twitched slightly, the normal calm turning sad for a second, but not judgemental. He looked at the man from whom the blood flowed. "You killed Mr. Engineer," he hummed. "Why?"