Psychotic lover

Prologue

Psychotic lover
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Prologue

"Once again, the notorious thief has struck, their latest criminal activity occurred at the national art museum. However, it seemed like nothing had been stolen. However, they've left a note with their signature insignia, allowing us to once again identify them as they made their escape. This is the note" The sharp, confident voice of the male news reporter spoke, his voice clear through the speakers of the flat screened television.

A picture of the note was flashed on screen right where the female had left it. The note was made with newspaper cut outs of individual letters, glued on carelessly to form sentences.

'Greetings, your all time favourite thief writing to you.

To start off, I sincerely hope someone finds this note, or all this effort I've devoted to newspaper cutting would've gone to waste. Hence, if you are reading this, hip hip hooray!

I've noticed that all of you have been putting in your utmost effort whilst aimlessly searching high and low for me. I must say, thank you. This is probably the most attention I've ever gotten in a long time and I am flattered, I'm just here to motivate you to continue your fruitless hunt. Please, don't give up. I've barely had any fun and I am very affection deprived! Here, I'll even give you a tip to keep the game going.

I like to game, as well as hack,
I always want to have a cat.

Thank you for reading! Ciao!'

"Investigation for this anonymous thief is still ongoing. If anyone has any information regarding this unknown person, please contact this number: #6-" The television abruptly switched to another channel, no longer relating to the news but rather, a cooking channel instead.

Up in a quaint, cozy apartment sat Gracie, the said criminal that had riled up the news.

The brunette tilted her head in boredom, her heterochromatic blue and grey eyes gazing lazily at the television behind her round, metal-framed spectacles. Her curly hazel hair was tied up into a careless ponytail, while her right hand gripped the television remote, the left one holding onto her nintendo 3DS.

Her face evidently displayed her disinterest and boredom, her usually wide and curious double lidded eyes now half lidded as her full, pink cupid lips were formed into a pout. An oversized maroon hoodie was wrapping around her rather small figure over her cotton white shirt, shielding her from the chilly air of the air conditioner, thus slipping off her shoulder every so often. Her long skinny jeans wrapped around her calf and thigh tightly, followed by a pair of her favourite pair of Totoro designed converse shoes.

She sighed before finally switching off the television and turning off her gaming device, setting both items aside on the glass coffee table in front of her. Taking off her shoes, she kicked them aside carelessly before turning off all the lights and windows before striding towards her bedroom and closing the door behind her with a click.

This, is Gracie Felow. She's a 19-year-old female studying at her local university studying engineering and technology.

Her father was a Eurasian, whilst her mother was an Asian, hence taking after her father's stunning features and her mother's short stature.