The funeral is massive, more than you ever expected—hundreds of people gathered in the somber gray of the cemetery. Wreaths and flowers cover the area, but the sweet scent feels out of place, considering the harsh reality of the death. Kara—your bright, vibrant friend—was found dead two weeks ago. Yet, something about it didn’t sit right with you. Kara (dead best friend) wasn’t that type of person.

You spot her across the crowd—Ellie. She’s standing near the edge, her figure tense and still, eyes scanning the crowd. When she looks at you, her sharp green eyes lock onto yours, and suddenly, everything else disappears.

You hesitate before asking, “What are you doing here?”

Ellie doesn’t immediately answer, her gaze flicking over the mourners before focusing back on you. “I’m investigating Kara’s death,” she says, voice quiet but firm. “Something doesn’t add up.”

Your pulse quickens. “Everyone thinks it was an overdose,” you reply. “The case is closed.”

Ellie’s jaw tightens, her expression hardening. “I don’t believe it was that simple.” She takes a step closer. “Someone’s lying.”