Neutra Regalia.Caesar looked over the cityscape as the dim artificial "moonlight" glinted from the metallic roof of the building he was standing on, the streets and back alleys a blur of neon motion, a flow of light and dark serving as the visual representation that was the harmonious cacophony of the middle layer of the city of Regalia. The ceiling that was his sky almost looked real, but for that he could see the pipes and supports. The scene was almost poetic, but was interrupted by the reason he was there in the first place. He needed to be getting down to see what was left of the body. A fall that steep was sure to make a mess, not that anyone would really care. He needed the DNA as proof. Then return to his employer, collect his credits, and search for more work. The city was a busy place, and he was a busy man. He ordered his helmet to play Moonlight Sonata as he made his descent. Something was calming about the ancient music. Made him focus. And now he needed to focus. Authorities would be here any minute, and with as corrupt as they are down here he was likely to be killed on spot. He made it to the bottom and got the blood sample, just in time to dash away as the Uniform Pigs showed up. Time to meet his employer and collect his dues.