A scene of enmity met my curious eyes, a tenacious throbbing at my common sense telling me something was peculiar about the room. The books were neatly stacked and the stationary neatly at the side; it was exceptionally neat. Was this a cover-up? Did somebody rummage through my things? Unanswerable questions and a multitude of assumptions flooded my mind...
Something was missing... the only assumption that was true beyond a doubt.
I edged towards the table, cautiously inspecting the table with intense scrutiny.
Alas, I noticed something which stood out impalpably, a lone paper clip beside the corner leg of the table. A horrific deduction came into my logical cognitive mind; my box of paperclips was stolen...
"Shit," I cursed and before I knew it, a shuffle of footsteps was followed by a thud. An acute pain raced across the back of my head before a sea of black engulfed my vision.
I regained my conciousness after what could have been hours, or even days. I looked around...
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