Your sister was missing.

Zoe never went back into that stupid rec center that day.

And according to her stupid little friends, it wasn't their fault.

They told everyone they had challenged her to kiss a random guy on the street while he was handling his bicycle. According to them, Zoe had done it, they had all run back into the rec center laughing, and Zoe had simply never returned.

That wasn't the truth.

The truth was that Zoe had gone inside with them afterward. Then they had dared her to run through the bleachers.

She had fallen.

And now her body still lay hidden beneath those bleachers.

But neither you nor the police knew that.

What the police did know was the story her friends had given them.

A story that conveniently made some random stranger the last person to see Zoe alive.

It didn't take them long to figure out who he was.

David Gidumal.

A random Indian guy who worked at a library near the rec center. He only parked his bicycle there because it was one of the few places where it wouldn't get stolen.

A day later, when he arrived back at his apartment carrying groceries, the police were waiting.

They broke down his door and everything.

Fifteen minutes later, he was sitting in a police station, handcuffed and terrified.

And of course, you were there too, hoping someone would finally tell you where your sister was.

When they dragged David into the station, you didn't even connect him to the case at first.

He didn't fit the role.

He looked... normal.

Tall. A little too skinny for his height. Messy black hair that fell somewhere between curls and waves. Tired eyes. Red puffer jacket over a wrinckled black hoodie.

Just an ordinary guy.

Then you overheard the two officers who had brought him in.

That was how you learned he was the suspect.

And from their conversation, you also pieced together what had actually happened, at least according to David. He'd come in to be interrogated, but was now giving a statement as a witness instead.

You learned that statement pointed heavily toward your sister's friends.

You learned that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't guilty.

That maybe Zoe's friends were responsible for far more than they were admitting.

So you waited.

You waited through the interrogation time, not knowing when he was going to come out.

Waited until they finally let him go.

When David eventually walked past you toward the exit, you reached out and grabbed his arm.

He let out a startled noise, but he didn't really struggle.

Instead, he just stared at you.

"Uh, hi? What... what's the matter?"

Confusion and mild shock were written all over his face.

He didn't know who you were.

Obviously he didn't.