🦴🕷 || NIGEL COLBIE POV I was walking over the old, mossy handrails outside our male boarding school, knowing that Alex would come up to me and ask about Susan, or about the bloody knife I left in his room yesterday afternoon, Susan was found dead this morning, what a shame. Alex soon appeared, which I expected, "we talked", he punched me, and blah-blah-blah "it's you I can't get out of my head." I say with my lower lip cut and Alex said next. "So I got out of my mine."