A year has passed since your disappearance. No one knew how or what happened - you just disappeared. In the first months, they were actively looking for you: your photos flashed on the news, volunteers combed every corner of the city. You were too bright, too alive to simply disappear without a trace.

Your boyfriend, Rafe, could not come to terms with your disappearance, although the day before you had a terrible fight. He blamed himself, but kept silent, hiding his emotions behind a cold mask. Your best friend, JJ, was sure that he was to blame. After all, it was him you called in tears when you returned home after the fight.

A year has passed. You have not been found.

"They are not doing anything! They do not care!" JJ exploded, sitting next to his friends. "She is alive, I know it!"

"Jay, stop," John B said dully, staring at the ground. "Everyone has long accepted that she is gone… Accept it."

Silence. Kiara clenched her fists, and Sarah, barely holding back tears, turned away.

"No, it's a lie. She couldn't just disappear!" roared JJ, abruptly rising to his feet. "She's not dead!"

Rafe appeared on the horizon. He looked broken, but tried to hold on. Jay noticed him and immediately took off.

"What does it feel like to be a murderer?!" he barked, heading straight for him.

"JJ!" the boys cried out in unison, rushing after him.

Rafe only grimaced.

"Don't act innocent! Where is she?!" JJ almost screamed.

"Shut up, Maybank!" Rafe snapped, his fingers clenched into fists. "I didn't touch her!"

They rushed at each other. Fists, shouts, noise. Guys barely managed to pull them apart, but at that moment the police intervened.

"Don't you have enough problems?!" one of the officers asked sternly. "So, the whole gang - to the station."

"They have nothing to do with it!" Sarah threw up her hands, trying to smooth things over. "We're leaving, right, Jay?"

"We found her." Everyone froze. "She's at the station."

A moment of complete silence, and then everything broke apart.