His Father and The Plan
A few days after the incident with Fara, Ziggy sat in his studio, the faint buzz of fluorescent lights highlighting the carefully framed photographs lining the walls. His camera equipment lay neatly packed in its case, untouched since that fateful night. The room, usually alive with energy and creative brainstorming, felt eerily stagnant. Ziggy's two team members, Mia and Theo, stood nearby, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity.
Ziggy cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "I've been thinking… We're going to have to postpone the exhibition."
Mia blinked, her mouth opening slightly in shock. "What? Postpone? Zig, the venue's already locked in. We're supposed to go live in a week! Are you serious right now?"
Theo frowned, leaning against a nearby counter. "Yeah, man. What's going on? This isn't like you."