Syndrome was bored out of his mind. Here he sat, two hours, 4 empty cans of Pepsi and dozens of twinkie wrappers later, and still found no one who seemed like they had potential. He was getting impatient. And when Syndrome gets impatient, things get a little ugly. He growled in frustration and picked up a can and threw it across the room. His shoulders slumped in defeat and he ran a hand through his unruly hair.

He was starting to think that his "perfect" plan was not so perfect at all and he was already pondering a new plan when it happened.

A miracle occurred.

He had entered into another account by habit now, and read it, expecting the same old "I love so and so" or "omg so and so was so bitchy today"... but no... this was different. This was a pure entry about a truly bad day. This girl was picked on in school, her mother was a drunk, and her father left the picture years ago. And the best part was the last paragraph.

" I just wish that someone could rescue me from this torture. I just need someone to talk to, someone to listen to me. But that will never happen... I might as well wish for snow on July... perhaps I should just run away... leave the past behind... but it would take a miracle to get me out of here. Sure it could be easy to escape, but I'm afraid to run alone. But that's how its always been for me... no matter how hard I try I'm always alone.

LonelyRaven."

Syndrome read it. And read it again. And after the third time reading it a smile spread across his boyish face. He had found her, he was sure of that. She was suffering, but not enough to physically hurt herself, she was practically begging for someone to reach out to her, literally, her sn was even at the bottom of the screen! And she seemed like the kind of girl who would listen and obey orders,if he knew how to court her properly.

He was about to see if he could hack into her account and find out any information on the girl, then he realized he could just have one of his henchmen do the work for him. He called in one of his guards, and commanded him to try and find out anything he could of this "LonelyRaven." the guard stared at Syndrome like he was growing a second head, but one glare from his boss and the guard scampered away to a nearby computer, in pursuit of information on this girl.

Syndrome stared out of the window, watching the evening sky grow increasingly darker, hoping against hope that information could be found of this girl, so that he wouldn't have to waste more of his time on that damned computer.