I look around me, the streets of Toronto have never been so quiet, maybe it's because of the new law.

My eyes drift to the mansion in front of me, a smirk appears on the corner of my lips when I think about the possibility of someone seeing me. That's tempting.

I'm about to break into the room of the mayor's daughter - a man who is definitely not one of my fans - and well, I get what I want.

It's been 30 minutes since I broke into the mansion, precisely, 31 minutes and 27 seconds.

I'm sitting on your bed, looking up at you as you fill my face with something black - it's part of the girls' skincare apparently - on my face

"You skipped university today, you didn't go to any of your classes." I comment, staring at you intensely, it's rare for you to miss classes and it's certainly rare for you not to text me to let me know.