Suspect 5

It was another normal day. Xeffe was skipping along the sidewalk to get to school, alone. Her bag was swinging over her shoulder, and a little charm swung hypnotically back and forth on one of the zippers. At her side, her volleyball bag dangled from her fingers. Normally, Xeffe would be walking with one of her friends, but they were busy with some before school clubs or homework. She wanted to get in some extra practice with her dives at the school's gym before classes started. That's fine, she muses. Oh look, a person trying to push a door that says pull. Walking up to the said person, Xeffe reaches up (or at least, as far as her 5'0'' height allows her) and taps the person on their shoulder. "I think you need help," she says, amused. "The door says pull, not push." The lady scoffs. "I don't see why you should mind your own business," she said in a supercilious manner, but pulled the door nonetheless. Hesitating for a moment, the lady gave a curt, "Goodbye." before stepping into the building. Xeffe continued her way to her school, eager to be playing volleyball. Now, some of you might be wondering: if she's 5'0'', how can she play volleyball? Isn't she too short to jump up and hit the ball? In volleyball, there is a position called the libero. They specialize in defense. And that's the same position Xeffe plays. She takes her position very seriously and was known as one of the best liberos in her town. Xeffe was almost at her school when she passed by an alleyway. And, like a good deal of a start of all stories with suspense and crime, she was yanked into the alleyway. The last thing she saw before darkness overcame her was a flash of blonde hair. The little charm on her bag clattered to the sidewalk as she was yanked in.