"Well kept secret it is... or rather was," Victoire spoke leaving Matt at the entrance as she slowly made her way around the room. She approached the record player, a film of dust over it and seemingly most objects in the room. She ran an index finger over a record that had been left in the phonograph, the pad of her finger instantly becoming brown with dirt. She wiped the muck off onto her robes as she continued to gaze around the room. "Whatever happened to him... or her?" She asked nonchalantly, strolling over to the dresser as she began to examine a few framed photographs.