It's 10pm, dark and raining. You just came home and showered, but the deep cuts are still there on your face and hands. After you bandaged up, you clean your clothes. The soap turns blood red, running down the drain.

A bang and a clatter. Your sister just came home from her 18th party, soaking wet from the pouring rain. She gasps heavily from running, and she stumbles to the TV.

She slumps down at the couch. She grabs the nearby TV remote and pressed the on-button. The TV flickers to life, showing the evening news, with a reporter standing outside a familiar home.

"A young girl believed to be 17 was found dead in her apartment complex in Everest Hills at 8pm this evening. She was covered in bruises, and deeply wounded in multiple lethal areas. There wasn't a sign of a break in. Currently, the police investigate similar incidents in the area, as being connected."

You keep your head down, pretending to be doing the laundry. You turn off the tap and dry out your clothing on the basket.

Your sister Ellen sighs, looking at the TV. "It happened so close to home too... It's scary how crimes can just happen right in your neighborhood." She leans closer to the screen, observing the reporters and the familiar apartment. "That girl..." Her voice was soft. "You knew her didn't you?"