Breaking into this place seemed beneath him for a number of reasons, but mostly Edward just minded the dirt. The dirt and that vague feeling of coming home, in only the worst meaning of that phrase. The Narrows hadn't changed and he guessed the Cluemaster never saw fit to put what little intellect he possessed to good use and upgrade his living situation.

It was pretty laughable that the man thought he could even compare to him when he couldn't even afford to dress the part, much less something like a decent place to live.

However, all those complaints aside, it did make his job easier. He had made his way up the fire escape and then through the window in no time. Dusting himself off, he looked around. He was dressed casually. Well. He was dressed in a suit, but it was relatively subtle, black rather than green, and only now did he dig into his pocket for a purple domino mask and put it on. Obviously that was just to get himself into the right headspace, not as if it was ever good for actually protecting his identity. He didn't actually expect to run into someone here, after all. Edward looked around the room, seemed to be a living room area. If he was a complete imbecile, then where would he be keeping his computer?

That was a harder mindset to get into.

"Get a clue indeed..." He chuckled to himself, then turned around, scanning the room. Ugh. Hygiene also wasn't the man's strength. Or any basic sense of order.