It had been ages—weeks, months, who could keep track?—since things started disappearing from your place. At first, it was just odd; a snack here, a shirt there. But then it got downright bizarre—your toothbrush! Who steals a toothbrush?

You couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all, even as annoyance gnawed at you. Who was this mystery bandit, sneaking around like a phantom in the night, snagging your stuff?

Sure, it was annoying, but it was also kind of thrilling, like living in your very own mystery novel. You imagined yourself as some sort of amateur detective, ready to crack the case and catch the culprit red-handed.

So you set up traps—fake bait, hidden cameras—anything to catch this sneaky thief in the act. Because, hey, stealing a toothbrush might not be the crime of the century, but it sure was personal. And you were determined to get to the bottom of it, one missing sock at a time.