DAY TWENTYFOUR 17:51PM

Ashes Of Immortality

It had been a long day of tracking and hunting, thousands of leads and yet nothing. Simon was exhausted. He opened up the door to his apartment and the first thing he could smell was cigarette smoke. 

He quickly slipped into the room and closed the door behind him, and took out his revolver.

Silently, like a panther, he walked along the edge of the wall toward the kitchen. His nostrils could pick up the scent of coffee as well. 

He did a quick glance into the kitchen and saw no one, but he could feel the breeze coming through an open window somewhere in his apartment.

On the kitchen table sat a smoldering cigarette and a cup of coffee from the local franchise. Whoever was here had sat down, had a smoke, and raided his fridge.