lillybronx

His mind worked overdrive like always when he was on NZT and worked on a job. His hand were busy gluing pictures onto a poster while his ears listened to some Russian he had to learn for this case. Meanwhile, his other senses survey his surroundings and he suddenly stops working when a new smell infiltrated his nose. A new perfume mixed with a bit of shampoo, he had never smelled something like this in here. It sounds creepy when he thinks about it, but it was normal when he was on NZT to notice anything around him. His eyes flit from the poster and glances over the room, searching for the new source of fragrance. Maybe a new client came i