Owen really wasn't pleased with how the morning had been going. First he found the crude drawing in his drawer. One that felt like a gut punch and stole his breath. Given how much shit had gone down in the house over the past few days, Owen wasn't sure what to think of it. Someone was fucking with him, and he knew it had to be Them. The only two people who knew he had a daughter were Cecilia and Marco, and Owen knew neither of them would ever leave something like this in his room. It was like the spray painted message on Cecilia's wall. Owen couldn't help but wonder if maybe They were trying to screw with their heads enough to distract them from what was happening within the house, among the housemates.
It probably would have worked on Owen, but then he saw Chase's network post, and Cecilia's message about finding Simms, so that's what Owen focused on after leaving the drawing in his sock drawer.
It didn't take long to track the guy down. He was on a landing near the fourth floor with someone else... another new guy. Owen approached, his jaw clenched. "Are you serious right now?" he asked Simms. The urge to punch the guy was strong, but if Owen was going to beat the shit out of him, he was going to wait until those handcuffs were gone and the fight was fair.