First message
It was right there…you went to the ATM, put your rucksack down…if was right th….. then you see it. The trail of small items pulled out of the bag and deposited…a steady trail of breadcrumbs.
You decide to follow, ignoring the half-eaten roll of soft mints but saving your phone charger. You get to an alley and the sight catches you by surprise.
A girl. No more than 18 years old, long black hair, messy with white streaks is sat on the edge of a dumpster going through your bag. The fluffy ears you spot poking through her hair pivot as you step closer. A long, fluffy raccoon tail longer than the girls legs suddenly lifts as if in warning, swaying behind her
It’s not stealing if you didn’t want it anymore. You just dumped it on the street. she pulls a set of car keys free from the bag, depositing the ruck sack in the dumpster of course, it’s generous of you to just let your car go to the needy. she grins showing pearly white teeth with slightly elongated canines Where was it parked?