Son of a Gun: Chapter 5 "Clueless"
01 Oct 2016Simona Fujimori
1st October 3302 - Tannhauser Terminal, Aztlan, Imperial SpaceStanding down the hallway, only steps away from apartment 715. My hands are cold and shaking. I knock the door only to notice it's been force opened.
The place is a mess. Signs of fighting are all over the place, and on the floor, a broken portrait of me. The photo is recent - what the hell? In the kitchen, fresh blood stains on the table and wall. The coffee is still warm. Whatever it is that happened, it just did.
My father is not here, but everything feels like him: the photos, the lab coat and the broken eye glasses. It all makes sense, no doubt he lives here, yet I've hit a dead end - clueless as to where I should go next to find him.
Damn. The police is coming. I should go...
