Pretty bad

You wake up on Thursday morning and smile instantly in anticipation of Aubrey’s visit. You get out of your bed quietly to avoid waking anyone up. Still half asleep you try to open your suitcase which is near your bed; but can’t grab it. Irritated you rub the sleep from your eyes, but still can’t see it. You feel panic building inside you as you search the room; but still… nothing.

“No! no! NO!” You slump onto your bed, your head buried in your hands. You shout, “No!” repeatedly. Your roommates are starting to wake up, but you don’t care. You’ve lost everything; from your clothes to your phone.

“Hey! Kiddo, what is wrong with you?” The harsh voice belonging to one of your roommates brings you back to reality.

“Everything is gone! Someone took all my things!” You answer desperately.

“My stuff is gone, too!” Someone shouts and they soon forget about you because everything is gone. Havoc erupts in your room. The noise of people shouting and running in your room rises, but you notice it marginally. You are trapped in your own sorrow and lay back in your bed.

After all your roommates rush out of the room, you still lay there, but slowly regain your senses. That’s when you feel pain at the back of your head. You roll around and notice something poking through the cushion. You reach beneath it and pull a small black box out. You inspect it closely and spot the words “The Affection Multiplier” written in white letters on it. You haven’t seen it before; therefore, you are curious about what’s inside.

You slowly open the box and find a small folded piece of paper and a black bracelet inside. You curiously unfold the paper and start reading.

Simon, this is The Affection Multiplier

For further information:

Put the bracelet on and rub it.

You read the first word repeatedly, but it doesn’t change; it’s your name. This must be a bad joke. First, you wake up and someone stole all your belongings, and second, you find a mysterious box with your name in it. You figure there’s a connection between the robbery and the box you found. But the only way to find out is to follow the instructions.

You sit there, on the edge of your bed, eying the bracelet as if it explodes every moment. You pull yourself together and decide that you’ll give it a try. You hope that something happens once you rub it; something that explains everything that happened this morning. You put the bracelet on your left arm and slowly rub the fabric.