2027 ‖ Washington DC, MD
When Cameron enters his apartment something is off, but he can't name what it is. This time it is not the smell of m*******a.
"Kaz? You there?"
"Cam! Hi!"
The voice comes from the living room but he hears no steps. Is he chilling on the couch?
Cameron opens his jacket and walks towards the door.
Something's wrong.
As he presses down the door handle, a chill crawls up his spine. His instinct tells him to grab something he could use to defend himself. But he doesn't.
Why would he?
Cameron slowly opens the door and steps into the room.
What he sees then stops his heartbeat. His body freezes.
Kaz isn't chilling on the couch.
He is sitting on one of the kitchen chairs, his torso and feet are tied to the wood with some sort of rope. His eyes are ha
