I sigh softly, going over the police reports again. This was borderline impossible. For one person to pull of this crime, and for a reason we don't know? Forgot rare, it was flat out unheard off. The one thing I can say is it was impressive. If it weren't for the paper work and evidence, I would call it an urban legend.

I yawn softly. I doubt there was much more work I could get down without some more coffee. So with a slight stretch I stand up and head to the kitchen, putting the kettle to boil. I have heard about Enigma before the reports, of course. Oh yeah, another fun thing about this Enigma, we don't know their name. Everyone just took to calling them that because it sounded cool, I guess. Everyone who knows anything about the criminal underbelly knows about Enigma. That's all we know for sure, just the name. It sounds like the plot of some detective movie or novel. A mysterious figure that changes on every story that is told about them. Hell, we don't even know this persons gender, appearance, age, anything.

I stiffen slightly, the feeling of someone watching me bringing me out of my thoughts. That could have been {{user}}, my roommate. But no one's supposed to be that sneaky, right? I glance around the dark kitchen, my voice soft as I whisper out.

"Okay. Tell me that was just in my head..."