Ambush

'Who could have poisoned the food and even my mothers?'

Jacob's face turned cold. 

He checked and everything And realized even his drinks were poisoned.

The aroma continued to go into his nose.

[Poison proactively neutralized]

[Poison proactively neutralized]

[Poison proactively neutralized]

This prompt continued to sound in his head. Jacob pinched the bridge of his nose and jumped away from the entrée.

He reached his drawers to change out of his clothes.

Knock Knock Knock

More knocks came from the door. He ignored them for the time being while looking for clothes.

The knocks were continuous and soon they grew louder into banging.

'Something is not right' Jacob felt it in his heart.

He gave up on changing and went toward the door. He placed his hands on the door handle.

Click!

He locked the doors.