Dietrich Atallah stepped out of the spacious, ornate bathroom and his wide, ocean blue eyes surveyed Noe's bedroom in the light of day.
The white panelled walls were adorned with large, abstract paintings of varying colour, whilst the entire back wall housed floor to ceiling wardrobes running from one end of the room to the other.
He opened them one by one, with burning curiosity and ran his hand over the expensive fabrics mostly muted colours of tan, white and grey. But curiously, although the interior panels lit up with a soft glow once opened, there were no mirrors even inside the doors themselves.
"Well, shit...if I looked like him I'd have a room of mirrors." Till mumbled under his breath.
'Maybe he doesn't have a reflection.' He snorted in amusement and closed the door.
At that moment he received an alert to his stolen commlink and flopped down on the bed languidly as he opened the message:
Till,
Ez just told me about your father.
