You have a flashlight

You remember the flashlight you bought in the mall. And to your joy, there is a pair of full batteries in the package. Quickly you fill the flashlight with the batteries and turn it on. The salesman from Duncan’s armory did not lie. The light is bright and strong. No wonder, considering that this is military quality.

You can now see clearly and hear a sudden gasp to your right. The light must have scared your watcher. For a short moment you can see him in the light. He looks like a living corpse. He is terribly scrawny. You can see most of his bones and he is pale and almost bald. His clothes are torn and dirty from things you better not think too much about. A moment later the guy runs away like a frightened deer.

“Hey, get back here!” you yell and run after the guy.

You follow him up a stair and in another dark room. For a short moment you wonder where he is, but quickly you see him huddling under a blanked, in a bunch of different blankets, cushions and clothes. It looks like some kind of nest and it likely hasn’t been washed in years and smell like rotten food.

“Get out of this stinking nest!” you yell angry, “why are you watching me? Do you want my money? Or are you pervert who just likes watching girls? Are you keen on my ass?”

“No, no,” the guy howls and tries to crawl away from your light, “I just wanted to protect my life. They are after me. I didn’t know if you work for them. I mean nobody harm.”

“Who are they?” you ask and get calmer, “and why do they want to kill you.”

“You don’t know?” the guy asks surprised, “then … maybe they didn’t send you. Or you just don’t know they sent you. Difficult. Quick, what is your favorite color?”

“What the fuck has this shit to do with anything?” you ask angry, “just don’t creep on me you pig!”

“I’m not a pig,” the guy replies hissing, “I’m only a guy who knows many things. I know the true or at least a part of it. And I know about them. They don’t like this. They sometimes send people to spy on me. Or kill me. But I’m clever. They don’t find me in the dark.”

“Fine, this is much too stupid for me,” you finally say, “I will leave you now. Watch out for them, if you think you must. But stop peeking on girls when they walk by!”

“No, no, you can’t go,” the crazy guy almost afraid, “You are in danger. They know you talked to me. Come with me! I will show you everything I have on them. Then you are prepared.”

You are not sure if this is a serious option. This madman can barely make a single reasonable sentence. How on earth can he know anything helpful. You doubt that >they< have any important connection to your father and his henchmen. You even doubt they exist at all. However, this is a very rare opportunity. If this crazy guy knows anything important, this is likely your only chance to find out.