Late the previous night, a neatly folded note was slid underneath the door of Room D204 of the Inner Apartments on Leuda. Inside of the note read as such:
𝒜𝓉 𝓂𝒾𝒹𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝑜𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒹𝓊𝒸𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝑜 𝓇𝒶𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓉. 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓉.
𝒮𝒾𝑔𝓃𝑒𝒹, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑜𝓂 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝑒𝒻
As per his usual routine, Skye spent his daylight hours getting his much needed beauty rest. Lately the dry winter weather had been getting the best of his skin, and he simply could not let that happen. There was no way in heaven or hell that Skye was going to let his skin get flaky or break out at all. Due to his current living situation, coming across good skin care was rather difficult. However, Skye noticed a particular woman who had just the healthiest skin he’d seen on a face.
So, once the sky had darkened and many of the residents had gone to bed, Skye arrived on Leuda on the last boat there. He could find some place to camp out on Leuda, definitely, so there was no need to go back right away. It would only make him seem suspicious, after all. The stars above twinkled and the moon lit the way as Skye lazed his way towards the Inner Apartments, his mission for the night clear in his mind: get that skin care routine.
This morning as she was leaving for work, Muffy caught sight of a folded parchment at the apartment’s doorway. Thinking it was a note that fell out of Chase’s pocket or something, the blonde picked it up and was surprised to see a lovely handwritten note.
Well. It was definitely not that know-it-all chef wannabe’s handwriting! The blonde peered out of her door, looking across the hallways. They didn’t have many neighbours in the apartment. But could it be a note from a secret admirer in the apartment? ♪ With her heart pounding, she read through the beautifully written words. In less than a second, Muffy’s dreamy face shifted. She realised that the letter was simply a notice from this so-called, Phantom Thief.
This must have been some kind of joke. Was this Chase’s payback? She did almost set the kitchen on fire for trying to cook spaghetti the other day.
What if it did turn out to be an actual thief? Muffy thought, mortified. Mmm. She kind of liked his style and confidence to warn his victim beforehand. She could also admire their taste! (Muffy did have the best skin products, you know!) Oh, but to forcibly take them from her at midnight? Terrifying!
The beautician had thought about bringing it to the police department immediately, but instead, she caught sight of the time and realised how late she was for work. Muffy wished she had remembered about the note she hastily stashed in her purse.
Now, she arrived home around 12:15 AM from a long shift at the Underground. Extremely exhausted, Muffy decided to treat herself to a relaxing bath before passing out on the bed. She dragged herself longingly to the apartment’s bathroom. And before she could dip her toe into the bathtub she finished preparing, Muffy suddenly remembered—She still had some facial mud masks in her dresser! ♪ Wrapped with nothing but a white fluffy towel, she hummed her way towards her bedroom.
She swung the door open, turned the lights on, and was about to scream at the horror she had forgotten about.
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