Felix had fled.. for quite a while he had been fleeing, escaping the sorrows of the life he had made for himself. In the process, he had lost all contact with his fiancee, Naomi Greyback, and his ability to torture had diminished, trying to stay underwraps, and Felix's sanity was slowly ebbing. He had gotten a house for himself, situated in the basement of a friend. A room he lived in, and another room, that had his equipment, that was directly connected to his bedroom. His 'bedroom' was a kitchen, living room, and bedroom mix, a bed in a corner, a kitchen area, with a small table, and a couch. The room connected was smaller, had a single operating table set out in it, and the walls were lined with shelves that had deadly looking weapons on it.
Weapons ranged from long twisted knives, to simple rods with a sharp end. This room was not able to be accessed from the hallway outside of it, and the only way in was through a door in Felix's room. There were more doors branching off from this first room, all exactly the same as the first, but all a little different. Such as a cage in one, and medieval torture devices in others. Felix had also taken extra precautions in putting silencing spells on the entire rooms, so no matter how much noise came from them, the noise never escaped to the upper floors.
But Felix wasn't in his house right now, in fact he wasn't anywhere near it. He was outside, walking along some empty streets, searching for his next, useless victim. The first one in a very long time.. someone he could take his frustrations out on, and hopefully, make into a very pleasant pet for him.