[center][h2]Nathalie Prescott[/h2][/center]
[b]Time[/b]: Morning
[b]Location[/b]: Her apartment
[b]Interaction with[/b]: N/A

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A sliver of light founds its way through one of the cracks on her bedroom blinds. Nathalie stirred, sighing in response to her sleep being disturbed. She knew she needed black curtains to block out the bright morning sun, but more often than not she was exhausted nearly to the point of unconsciousness, making it rather hard for her to wake up. 

A few minutes passed while she lay awake on her bed, debating whether or not she should get up. The fact that her stomach grumbled embarrassingly loud made her consider finally starting her day, but on the other hand, her warm blanket and soft pillow presented a strong argument against such notion.

[color=gray]"Okay, fine."[/color]

She finally convinced herself, pulling the covers away in order to sit up on her bed and stretch. Even though she would have preferred to sleep in a bit more, Nathalie realized she wasn't as tired as she originally thought.

[color=gray][I]What the hell?[/I][/color]

Nathalie stood up instantly, her pulse increasing as she tiptoed over to the open door, the one that was supposed to be closed. She stood adjacent to it, her eyes darting from one corner to the next inspecting whatever portion of the hallway was visible. Nathalie then listened for any sounds, but after some time she was met with the same silence as before. Despite her apartment probably being empty--aside from herself, of course--she knew someone had been in there. She wasn't crazy; she knew she'd closed the door the night prior. She did that every night, without breaking her routine. Something about creating a barrier between her and whatever was outside her bedroom that helped her sleep a little better at night. Nathalie was well aware that she was a little too old to be believing in ghost stories, but the scary movies she enjoyed on occasion always got to her and made her imagination run wild. 

Unfortunately, she wasn't in fantasy land. Nathalie finally reacted and rushed to her bedside to grab her phone that had been charging up to that point. She dialed 9-1-1, waiting only one ring before the operator picked up.

[I]"9-1-1, what's your emergency?[/i]

[color=gray]"Hi, I need the police, someone broke into my apartment."[/color]