[Reading the newspaper over breakfast at the diner was pretty much the last straw. Murder, larceny and trash-digging. God, at least use an oxford comma. He chews over it before throwing it dramatically to the table and leaving.
He investigates east of the diner, walking down the adjacent blocks. Whilst he doesn't seem to be going to a particular spot, wandering around back and forth, he's clearly looking for something.
Later in the evening, he can be found in the junkyard, sat atop the hood of a trashed car. He doesn't look to be doing much, opting for being consumed in thoughts and emotions than any kind of activity.]
investigation
He investigates east of the diner, walking down the adjacent blocks. Whilst he doesn't seem to be going to a particular spot, wandering around back and forth, he's clearly looking for something.
Later in the evening, he can be found in the junkyard, sat atop the hood of a trashed car. He doesn't look to be doing much, opting for being consumed in thoughts and emotions than any kind of activity.]