Prologue
Tick. Tock.Her coffee had gone cold by now, stone cold and motionless except for the occasional ripple when she banged her fist on the table with frustration.
Confused, she flicked through the top secret files she had stolen, for the millionth time. Frustration pumped through her veins, and agitated, she heaved herself off the sofa. A dim light flickered through the broken light bulb around her, highlighting the disastrous room. Papers and files were scattered across the coffee-stained carpet whilst bacteria clung to the peeling wallpaper. The sofa stank of Chinese Takeaway, now disintegrated to mould. A spider crawled across the leg of the table she had placed even more documents and files on. Empty coffee cups were placed on the shelves, reeking no end.
Never once had her flat looked like this, but this time, Shantelle didn't care. Agitated with the small amount of light pouring through the stingy room, she banged her fist on the wall. This time, the light flickered off, before flickering on even brighter, highlighting the neglected state of her living room.
That's not what caught her eye though. Oh no. But there on a file sheet lay a single, faint lipstick stain.
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