The moonlight filtered through the stained glass windows of the ancient stone tower, sheets of parchment and wooden pencils scattered around Sylvester's feet as he carefully looked over the evidence of his most recent case- a young girl was recently reported missing from her tower, and so far the only thing he had to go off of was her appearance. Granted, there weren't many other girls with hair long enough to be used as a ladder, either.

He never got any visitors, which made his work slightly quicker to get through.

However, it also made it incredibly jarring when he did, so his soul almost left his body as soon as he heard the sound of someone tapping on the stained glass window by his bed.