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Prologue
A dark and windy night fell upon the ghost town of Warlo. The big black clouds, hovering over the town completely blocked the moonlight. But in the dim starlight you could see the outlines of this strange and exclusive town, in here, you could never find a “simple” car or a “regular” apartment. The town was entirely built of large mansions, and in each mansions’ parking lot, there stood three or more luxury cars. And that’s all there was in this town. People rarely actually lived there. And so it stood, the ghost town of the rich… A sudden gust of strong wind woke her up from the dreamish state she was at and brought her back to reality. The Cat lying on the hood of the Lexus, parked next to one of the only inhabited houses in Warlo shivered, and stood up. It was 2 AM, and it has been an hour and a half since the last light inside the house was turned off, the timing was perfect. She always chose the inhabited houses because doing the same thing with an empty house was like jumping from between buildings while somebody’s holding a trampoline down there, not fun, and too simple... The temperature outside was 10 degrees Celsius, which meant not too hot and not too cold, a typical summer night except for the unexpectedly strong gusts of hot wind. The cat stretched her back and jumped down onto the loan. She usually liked big houses, but this one looked a bit strange and maybe even unpleasant, with its raw and robust shapes and corners. She decided it was safe to go. The way in was very simple, and didn’t even require too much planning. First she hoped on the trash cans, another leap up, and she’s already at the second floors’ balcony. A few more silent steps, and she was in! This part always excited her the most. The cat looked around the long dark corridor for a few moments, admiring the large wooden doors, and the unbelievably expensive and ugly paintings across the hall. Then she entered the first room on the left. The cat was big, black and stunningly beautiful. With short silk-like fur and big blue eyes. She entered the room so quietly and carefully, that if anybody could see her, he would have thought that she was actually making effort to remain silent and stealthy. And they would have been right. She got to the center of the room and set down to admire it. She liked this room. The ceilings were high, around three and a half meters, and the room itself was very big and well designed. In the corner, close to the door, stood a big light-brown desk, she could see a laptop and some notebooks on it, probably school related things. Next to the desk stood a large wooden closet, she couldn’t see the colors well, but she thought it had a pinkish tint. In the other end of the room, opposite to the desk, stood a beautiful, white, and girly looking bed with stunning me<x>tal flower ornaments on it. She could hear the snoring noises coming from that direction. She got so fascinated admiring the room, that for a second she forgot why she was there. But an exceptionally loud snort woke her up from her thoughts and she continued her way to the closet. Once she was in front of it, the cat suddenly stood on two paws and started growing. The fur disappeared, and hair came out of its head until, after about two seconds, instead of a cat there stood a stunning young woman, with long brown hair, which partially covered her naked chest. Casandra shook her head a little, as though she woke up, then she gently shifted her hair back, which exposed the full beauty of her naked body. As silently as she could, she opened the closets’ door, and yet the door squeaked. She froze, but the girl didn’t show any signs of waking up, so she continued. The first shelf of the closet was utterly devoted to bags, and they were all, of course, of well-known brands. ”What else could you expect of a millionaires daughter?” thought Casandra. She then chose the one which looked the largest, and started picking clothes from different shelves. After about ten minutes, when the bag was completely full of clothes and jewelry she decided it was time to go. Quietly she closed the closet door and got to the main entrance of the house. There was an alarm system, but she was ready, a few days of spying after the people living in this house as a cat helped her learn and remember all the codes to all the doors. She entered the code on the front door, and sleeked into the darkness of the night outside.
Prologue
A dark and windy night fell upon the ghost town of Warlo. The big black clouds, hovering over the town completely blocked the moonlight. But in the dim starlight you could see the outlines of this strange and exclusive town, in here, you could never find a “simple” car or a “regular” apartment. The town was entirely built of large mansions, and in each mansions’ parking lot, there stood three or more luxury cars. And that’s all there was in this town. People rarely actually lived there. And so it stood, the ghost town of the rich… A sudden gust of strong wind woke her up from the dreamish state she was at and brought her back to reality. The Cat lying on the hood of the Lexus, parked next to one of the only inhabited houses in Warlo shivered, and stood up. It was 2 AM, and it has been an hour and a half since the last light inside the house was turned off, the timing was perfect. She always chose the inhabited houses because doing the same thing with an empty house was like jumping from between buildings while somebody’s holding a trampoline down there, not fun, and too simple... The temperature outside was 10 degrees Celsius, which meant not too hot and not too cold, a typical summer night except for the unexpectedly strong gusts of hot wind. The cat stretched her back and jumped down onto the loan. She usually liked big houses, but this one looked a bit strange and maybe even unpleasant, with its raw and robust shapes and corners. She decided it was safe to go. The way in was very simple, and didn’t even require too much planning. First she hoped on the trash cans, another leap up, and she’s already at the second floors’ balcony. A few more silent steps, and she was in! This part always excited her the most. The cat looked around the long dark corridor for a few moments, admiring the large wooden doors, and the unbelievably expensive and ugly paintings across the hall. Then she entered the first room on the left. The cat was big, black and stunningly beautiful. With short silk-like fur and big blue eyes. She entered the room so quietly and carefully, that if anybody could see her, he would have thought that she was actually making effort to remain silent and stealthy. And they would have been right. She got to the center of the room and set down to admire it. She liked this room. The ceilings were high, around three and a half meters, and the room itself was very big and well designed. In the corner, close to the door, stood a big light-brown desk, she could see a laptop and some notebooks on it, probably school related things. Next to the desk stood a large wooden closet, she couldn’t see the colors well, but she thought it had a pinkish tint. In the other end of the room, opposite to the desk, stood a beautiful, white, and girly looking bed with stunning me<x>tal flower ornaments on it. She could hear the snoring noises coming from that direction. She got so fascinated admiring the room, that for a second she forgot why she was there. But an exceptionally loud snort woke her up from her thoughts and she continued her way to the closet. Once she was in front of it, the cat suddenly stood on two paws and started growing. The fur disappeared, and hair came out of its head until, after about two seconds, instead of a cat there stood a stunning young woman, with long brown hair, which partially covered her naked chest. Casandra shook her head a little, as though she woke up, then she gently shifted her hair back, which exposed the full beauty of her naked body. As silently as she could, she opened the closets’ door, and yet the door squeaked. She froze, but the girl didn’t show any signs of waking up, so she continued. The first shelf of the closet was utterly devoted to bags, and they were all, of course, of well-known brands. ”What else could you expect of a millionaires daughter?” thought Casandra. She then chose the one which looked the largest, and started picking clothes from different shelves. After about ten minutes, when the bag was completely full of clothes and jewelry she decided it was time to go. Quietly she closed the closet door and got to the main entrance of the house. There was an alarm system, but she was ready, a few days of spying after the people living in this house as a cat helped her learn and remember all the codes to all the doors. She entered the code on the front door, and sleeked into the darkness of the night outside.