Mohan prefered to walk around in broad daylight. He was eight feet tall, drapped from head to toe, boots, gloves baggy clothes, long coat and even a thick veil upon his head. If he walked around at night looking like that, people would be right to assume he was somekind of serial killer/rapist. Being that it was only late afternoon, people just assumed he was a weirdo.
Of course, that was his old haunts. This was Vegas, baby. He was part of some show, maybe, especially if he drapped himself in style
. So he made sure to go with quite a bit of black and leather with a red undershirt, red gloves and some kind of abstract red design on his black veil. People looked and assumed he was on his way to work. He stopped in front of the shop of the murder, squatting down and peering inside.
He Saw everything, the magic of the place written in stark passionateless equations. A read out of arcane symbol all with variations waiting to filled so their sums would finally add up. This was an extremely simplistic way to describe it, really, but not completely innacurate.