When I got back home from the apartment office, I noticed the window was slightly open. I tested the window yesterday, so I thought it might be due to the way I closed it. I shrugged it off and closed the window properly.
The next morning, I discovered something unsettling. Some of my files were missing. My statistics slides were gone, and there was no trace of my notes for that particular course. I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized the implications.
The weirdest part of the whole incident was that I recalled meeting a woman at the store yesterday who looked just like my lecturer. She had smiled at me in a way that seemed oddly familiar, but I didn’t think much of it at the time.
Now, with my files missing and the strange encounter fresh in my mind, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. The simliarity of the outlook, the stupidest warning, and my files missing. My time wasted on the lectures; my knowledge; my freedom; my rights. Cursing them, I swore to God that I will fight back and make this incident public.