Grace stood before the steep edge. Staring off to the distance, her eyes were as blank as the water below.

"You know, I try. I try so...so hard. To find evidences that would point to a different scenario. Where you're not the killer. Where it's someone else."

Her hand that was holding the handle of her luggage began to tremble. The night is quiet, as if the world is holding its breath spectating the intense moment. No wind. No cicadas cry. Just a broken woman and a corpse.

"The killer in that motel was a fake. The owner merely set the situation up, mimicking you for fame... I shot him. The look in his eyes. It wasn't one of a serial murderer. Unlike you, Simon, I called the ambulance and he lived."

The luggage was pushed ahead slightly. "Roxande told me. If you want to prove whether someone's trustworthy, get them to dive with you. She and others would always do it with me... I would jump with you too, but unfortunately, my trust in you...no longer exists." And then kicked down. Delaying for a good while, a loud splash sound followed.

Grace stood still for a moment. She isn't mourning for the body in the luggage, but the lost souls right there. "I hope you guys are watching. It must've been...should've been a fun camping trip here. If only I didn't tell Simon about it."

Another moment of silence. Her car is out of fuel. She isn't planning to leave in the first place. "Since you're all here...why don't we all...dive together. One last time. I'll count.."

Approaching footsteps startled her out of the haze. The attorney in a pale yellow blazer quickly looked behind. She never noticed that her car was followed from that motel.

"Detective?"