Prologue
„Catch him!“, was the only thing heard that night at the mansion of some rich guy apart from “He went that way!”
The people shouting were policemen, who frantically ran around the estate, apparently chasing someone. And that someone was a young man who called himself the ‘Sapphire Phantom’ and was named that in nearly every newspaper, some even entitled him the ‘Prince of Thieves’. Because that’s what he was. A master thief, who stole treasures from rich people, always sending a note beforehand and leaving a blue rose at the place of the stolen thing. His appearance was stunning and definitely memorable. He had short, electric blue hair and wore a mask over his eyes to disguise his upper face. His clothes seemed as if they were taken from some old opera, with ruffles and everything, but also completely in white and blue and it never seemed to bother him when fleeing from the police. He even wore a black hat, with a blue rose on top and some blue feathers pinned to it. These were his typical thief-clothes and he made himself quite a name with it, because he still looked so charming and only ever stole from people who seemed to have dirty business going on.
And today, he had stolen some jewelry, which was worth some hundred thousand dollars, if not even millions.
A crowd of spectators had gathered in front of the main gates of the mansion - the Phantom sent his notes to the owner, the police and most of the time the newspapers too, so almost every of his thefts was in the news - and they all looked for a sign of him as suddenly, he himself landed in front of them. Cameras flashed as he even stopped shortly to look at them and smile mysteriously, before the running footsteps of some policemen were heard and he jumped on the wall next to the gate – however he did that - and disappeared into the night...
