It has been a week since your friend, Mary Ann, has died. The official explanation was that she committed suicide, there was even a letter “from her.” But you knew that couldn’t be right.

You woke up in the middle of the night on your academic dorm room since you heard a knock on the door. You went to open it and it was Waylen. You two always were in a competition to be the best, so you wondered what he was doing at your door at twelve a.m. before he spoke.

“I know it wasn’t an accident.”