When John returned home he was a little unsure of what his next move should be. He briefly considered phoning his father John “Jack” Winston Jr. but decided against it as he wasn’t really on speaking terms with his father. He drifted about the house contemplating. He had no leads, he didn’t really even have any actual evidence. There were a couple of things though he decided to assume were real. There was a group of black robed people, possibly a cult, and his grandfather had been in possession of something important to that group. He was wandering past his bed room when he caught sight of his grandfather’s old walking stick.
“I wonder if this holds any importance to those black robes?” He half joked.
“Yes it does,” answered a quiet raspy voice behind him.
“Oh my god, I forgot to lock the door!” John thought. But it was too late in a moment the room was full of the black robes. Almost instantly John was beaten and bound.
“Who are you?” he asked.
But they had already taken the walking stick and left.