Ezra runs into his apartment and slams his door shut. He locks the deadbolt and secures the door with the rusty golden chain. He looks to his office chair and hurriedly wedges the door under the doorknob for extra caution. He squints out of the peep hole and saw no one. The coast is clear.
Ezra sighs deep and flops onto his futon. He shakes in fear while he ponders:
Do they know where I live?
Why does Gore want to kill me?
Who was my father?
Who am I?
