[ WP ] You have broken into someone 's house , and discover a shrine dedicated to you ...

# # # Now You See Me 
 
 Today was the day Jerin did what he did everyday. He woke up, turned the TV on, and caught a bit of the local news. 
 
 `` Good morning Arnaville! In local news, more home burglaries in the Candish area. Please remember to lock your doors and be vigilant for any suspicious activity. Here are five sketches and screen stills created from video surveillance in victim's homes. If you recognize any of these people, please call the police department's number which is on-screen.'' 
 
 Jerin smiled and thought to himself, `` Ha, 5 individuals shown, and there of the pictures are me. I guess my simple disguises are working well.'' 
 
 He put his headphones in and left for his jog. He did n't always take the same route as he used it as part of casing good prospects, but he always passed through the same area of his neighborhood on the way out. Of course, he ruled out any of these homes for working, but he always noticed that one home in particular was especially enticing. No visual security implementation, 1960's design, and of course, no dogs. He had never even seen the owner and assumed it must have been a part-time home for someone. Maybe it was a parent's home who's in a nursing home now. The draw of the home was a visible set of jewelry not at all obvious to anyone except a trained eye. Through the thinning bushes of winter on the first floor's bedroom they were visible through bay windows. Jerin had grown confident in his abilities, and decided he could bend his own rule. Tonight, he was taking an easy hit. 
 
 Making his way home after the rest of a regular jog, he formulated a simple plan of entry. He let himself into his home and took a nap. 
 
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 14 hours, a few meals, and a movie later, Jerin put his face on and left for his solo job. 
 
 Her arrived at the house in the same exact condition he had seen it every other day. Regardless to the obvious lack of any presence, he stayed routine in his precaution as it had become second nature. He surveilled the surrounding area and surreptitiously moved the the back side of the house where he pulled out his lockpicking kit and quickly made work of the back door. 
 
 He was in the kitchen. It was nondescript with nothing of note, and he continued to make his way to the bedroom with his silent footfalls in handmade supple leather shoes. Everything was going so easily. The door to the room was open, and he found the jewelry presenting a necklace of pearl on top. 
 
 He put his hands, which were cloaked in thin cloth gloves, on the necklace but could immediately tell they were fake. He opened the box, and it was filled with plastic trash imitation jewelry. Usually imitation jewelry was not presented in such a way of pride, so Jerin was a bit shocked by this. 
 
 Having already changed up his routine a bit, he decided he felt a bit confident and was going to do a quick check for anything else of value in the home. He was sure no one was here, and if there was anything he had learned about the generation that bought and lived in homes kept in this traditional way, it was that they hide their jewelry in the closet, so he walked to the nearby walk-in. 
 
 Upon opening the door, Jerin sees that it's actually a staircase leading up. Intrigued, he silently crept up until his head peered just over the floor of the room. It was dark up here, but he could discern that the room was an art studio of some sort filled with canvases. Almost certainly there was nothing of value, but seeing as no one was around and the nearby cot was empty, he produced his compact flashlight and clicked it on to scan the area. 
 
 Jerin froze. Of about 50 visible canvases, he was on all of them. Many of him jogging... many of him at home... and many of him at work. 
 

