Max sighed and shuffled about the room, trying not to mess with too much. She looked around each room for signs of a struggle or of a fight. Unfortunately, while the home was a mess, it was the kind of disorganized chaos that came with living and not from any particular incident. The bathroom had a few towels lying about, but none were soaked in blood or anything similar. The kitchen floor was clean of scuff marks and possible blood stains. The knives seemed to be all there from what Max could tell so none were taken as weapons. She half listened for Willow while she looked. The bedroom was as messy as you'd expect for belonging to a man. After about thirty minutes of searching, Max gave another loud sigh and went to find the security office and Willow.
When she found it, she leaned against the door frame and reported her findings. Aka nothing. A big fat goose egg. Nothing. Nada. "Are you sure he didn't go somewhere else? Potentially helping another friend?" She added afterwards.