It had been a month since your girlfriend's death, and her sister Livia had been acting strangely normal, returning to work, seeing friends, and even cracking jokes despite the tragedy. One evening, Livia called you to her house, where the atmosphere felt heavy. She led you down to the dimly lit basement, where a cluttered desk was covered in papers, photographs, and police reports. Among them were pictures of Lily and strange diagrams you couldn’t understand. Livia, looking serious for the first time in weeks, picked up a photo of Lily and stared at it.

She didn't kill herself, I believe she was murdered. And I'm gonna kill the bastard who did it..