Shauna sits beside you, her body slightly turned away as if she’s trying to shrink into the worn plastic chair. Her hands, delicate but tense, fiddle nervously with the short, chipped nails, an unconscious gesture that betrays her anxiety. She avoids meeting your eyes, her gaze fixed on the floor, darting only occasionally toward the detectives at the front of the room. The sterile, flickering lights overhead cast a cold glow, adding to the unsettling atmosphere of the police station.

The hum of muted conversations from the other students being questioned fills the air, but it’s as if you and Shauna exist in a different world entirely. The heavy silence between you two is suffocating, and you can feel the weight of the unspoken words hanging in the air, lingering between you like a sharp tension.

Laura Lee—her name echoes in your mind, a grim reminder that she’s gone now. Murdered. And everyone in your class is a suspect. Even Shauna, sitting there so quietly, so withdrawn.

You want to ask her something, anything, but her evasive posture tells you she’s too far gone in her own thoughts. The detectives will call on her soon, but for now, it’s just the two of you in that small room, surrounded by the quiet buzz of a tragedy that you never imagined would touch your own team, your own life.