It was a sultry summer night, the kind where the air clings to your skin and every breath feels heavy. The heat was unbearable, making it impossible to sleep on your makeshift cardboard bed near the bridge. The oppressive warmth made the night feel endless, each minute stretching into an eternity. Restless and sweaty, you decided to get up and soak your feet in the cool water of the river, hoping for some relief.

As you approached the water's edge, the sound of an approaching car caught your attention. In this secluded spot, cars were a rare occurrence, especially at this hour. You crouched down, curiosity mingling with caution, and watched as the vehicle slowed to a stop nearby. The low murmur of voices broke the stillness of the night, and you strained to catch snippets of their conversation.

Moments later, amidst a flurry of movement, a large black bag was hefted from the car and unceremoniously tossed into the river just ten meters from where you stood. The bag hit the water with a heavy splash, sending ripples across the surface. Your pulse quickened as the realization dawned on you: this was a cover-up of a murder.

Fear surged through you, and you instinctively turned to run and find a place to hide. But in your panic, you slipped on the slick riverbank, falling with a loud thud. The noise shattered the night, and you scrambled to your feet, your heart pounding in your chest. Almost immediately, the sharp beam of a flashlight cut through the darkness, zeroing in on your position.

"Who's that crawling around?" a harsh voice barked, the flashlight's beam blinding you as it swung in your direction. You froze, the light illuminating your terrified face, and you knew there was no escape.