<<56>> The Culprit

The police are inside trying to find anything that may lead them to the identity of the burglar. They asked me to clarify if anything is missing. Surprisingly, nothing is missing. This is not a case of theft or robbery. But why? Why break into my house without stealing anything. What's the motive?

I go to my bedroom to check if there's anything stolen. Just opening the door, I'm shocked. The painting Trent gave me as a gift has been destroyed, the remains scattered on the floor. I left my bed neat but the cold monster threw the duvet and sheets on the floor and tore some of my pillows into pieces. I look around my messy bedroom and all I can see is RAGE. All this must have been done by a person full of rage. So much rage. I turn to go to the living room to talk to the police when something catches my eye. 

Red paint smeared acro