You get back to the kitchen and grab the shotgun. The weigh is familiar as if you already held it before, but you don't remember ever seeing or having one of these things. You start inspecting the shotgun and a little sticker catches your attention "Lucas's illicit stuff; if it goes against the law, we've got it!" what kind of moron would put the name of their ilegal company AND EVEN CREATE A SLOGAN. Imagine the police investigation a crime scene and everything drags to this dumb illicit company or whatever and they can just track you down easily, or whatever this is stupid.

However, you feel very... familiar with the name... even with the slogan... You get consumed by many questions. You want answers. You think about how you could try going to the place the man told you that you might find some clues, but perhaps you could try and sleep and take accion the next day.