Engel sighed, putting a hand on his forehead as he sat in his room, filled with pure despair. The only light was the sun shining through the window, illuminating the desk he sat at. He looked down at his notes and photos once more, trying to make sense of it all. How could have she been killed? He had all three of those psychotic excuses of teachers distracted. She should have been safe, why was his effort only rewarded with pain? The boy mumbled softly to himself, his hat drooping over his face more.

“This isn’t fair… she did nothing wrong…”

He glanced over to the side, a framed portrait of his best friend staring back, reminding him of the past once more as he tried to remember any kind of clues he had possibly missed at the horrific crime scene burned into his soul. Just to come up with any idea of how, who or why. All he was met with however, was the bitter taste of grief. It stung, longing for the sweetness that was Claire, who was unfairly ripped away for nothing.