Intro.
"It's not what you said, it's the way you say it. It's not what you did, it's the way you do it!"
The lyrics filled the room, as a girl, aged 23, danced around her new flat. She was bouncing all over the small living room, setting things into their places. She had just recently moved to London, England, from the town of Bloomfield, Pennsylvania, in the United States. It had always been a dream of hers to visit London, but actually living there.. Oh, it was an amazing feeling. But at the same time, it was absolutely terrifying.
She missed her family of course, but her boyfriend Mike had traveled with her, and they had rented a flat together in the rainy city. Back in Pennsylvania, her parents were probably settling into breakfast at the very moment.
Besides her family though, the people in her little Pennsylvania town didn't quite like her. Oh, no.
She was strange. Quite loving, and a great, dedicated friend. But strange.
She had a habit of staring people down; taking in their every detail. Most others saw that as creeping, for lack of a better word, though and hence avoided her.
She was nice, though. Very nice, to those who cared. But no matter how nice she was, she had a particularly hard time making friends to be nice to. She did, however, have a few friends. Friends who knew her -far- before she became like this. Before she began prying for information on all subjects. Before she began paying attention to anything and everything. When she didn't have a reason to over-analyze everything; over think everything; over do everything. Before she had lost her best friend. She was still in high school at the time, and so innocent. But now, she was oh-so much the opposite.
Mina Jakobs had become quite the untrusting one; quite the over analyzer. Her life had become just one big mess after another with no end in sight, beginning with the death of her best friend Ellie at the delicate age of 14.
They said it was suicide, and at first, she believed it. Ellie did have a lot going wrong in her life, and was very depressed.
At first, she thought that it made sense.
At first she just mourned the loss of her best friend.
At first, she didn't notice anything suspicious.
'Normal' people wouldn't.
But Mina Jakobs, of course, wasn't 'normal.' She was far from 'normal.'
And, being the person she was, upon realizing that things just didn't add up, she had set it as her life's mission to solve her friend's death. To bring her justice. To catch her killer.
And she knew that it was a killer.
She knew that it wasn't suicide.
And she was going to prove that to the rest of the world as well.
She was determined.
And even if her entire life was one big mess, she was going to do at least one thing right.
She knew it.