Chapter 3
"Gokukoro, it's very urgent you get rid of all documents you have on record. It may be too late for this but I only hope for the best. I think it might be the end for me too, we never thought it would end this way did we...heh...but then again I guess we did. Hopefully the last survivors will pick it up after ourselves, our organization is at high stake but it may not be the end in all.
My Best Regards,
Professor Nemor"
The elevator began rising up, lights switching on and off making it hard for Chichiro to read, he then crumpled up the paper tossing it to the ground as a loud "ding" sound came out from the elevator. The doors opened, Chichiro began walking through the halls of the floor, dirty and cracked, celling were leaking and rat holes every other corner. Chichiro kept on walking until stopping at an apartment, he stood knocking on the door. No response, the door unlocked. Chichiro stepped in opening the door, an empty room and a man lieng on the floor, his hands around his throat and eyes closed.
Poisoned...no...suicide?
Chichiro stepped around the apartment, nothing was around...the rooms empty as if cleared before death purposely, but something was burning, he smelled the smoke. Chichiro stepped into the kitchen, ash near the stove he didn't notice, a paper was still slightly burning. Chichiro dropped the mail he had in his hand and ran towards the stove trying to put out the fire. The only piece of paper left was a corner, reading bProject 02: Session- 9/27/94:Oasis/b.
Oasis...?
Chichiro then heard the doors bust open behind him, police storming in,
Shit!
The police then rushed in armed, searching everywhere inspecting the body, nobody there, no evidence. Chichiro stood on top of the window ledge outside, his hair swaying as he tried to balance himself, he slowly climbed up , using all his strength as the wind swayed him back and forth. He reached up for the window above. He barely lifted his body busting open the window and hopped in, his fist bleeding.
"Damnit...the mail.."
Chichiro walked around the apartment, nobody home. He went into the bathroom washing his hand off while looking into the mirror.
Project Oasis...
Chichiro opened the medicine cabinet, pulling out bandages, wrapping it over his hand, he then closed it stepping back into the apartment as he heard the door open. A lady entering with a grocery bag, her eyes wide open as she spotted Chichiro.
"Good morning?"
