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"You should be safe here, Ms. Natsumi," one of the policemen says while handing me a warm, cup of coffee. "We've already been looking for suspects."

At least that sounds reassuring.

"But there are no promises we'll find the culprit," another officer walks into the small room with his coffee in hand and body being way out of shape to be an officer. "The most important thing is for you to remain somewhere safe for the time being. We contacted your relatives and explained the situation. Your parents stated you live with a family member, but the apartment is under your name only. Why is that?"

I find my voice and calmly explain.

"I want to be independent and not cause my family any stress, so I rented an apartment without my parents knowing. Is that a crime?" I honestly can't believe he's switching the subject to something so little that doesn't even connect to why I'm here in the first place.

"No, it's not a crime, but I must inform you that faking an I.D. to rent your apartment is certainly against the law. I'm willing to keep this under the wraps if you're willing to help us out here." Instantly, I stand to my feet with my eyes narrowed hatefully, spilling the coffee to the floor in the process.

"Fake I.D.? What are you talking about-"

"This," the same cop interrupts me and slides a plastic bag across the silver table. Inside the bag is an I.D. card with my name and private information.

"I don't have a-"

"You do now," he cuts me off again, but this time, I realize that the card is not an accident. The police staged it there on purpose.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I hold my head up high. "What do you want from me?" I part my lips, noticing the way the other cop leaves the room while I talk to the one who recently showed up. He seems to bark the orders around here.

"I want to find out the truth. The footage at the small store included you being present when those two girls were murdered the other day, which means the beast was close to you. Now your apartment door is covered with a warning written in blood? I don't believe this is an ordinary coincidence."

He suddenly places a yellow file on top of the table, sliding it to me.

"In that case file, you'll find everything worth mentioning about those two girls that died."

Taking a sip of his coffee, he gestures to the inside of the file. "I wouldn't look at the pictures if you don't have a strong stomach. Those two high schoolers were practically unrecognizable." That makes my stomach drop in a sick way.

Opening the file, I read a little about them, but I don't turn the pictures over and look at how they were found. I have no reason to know what they looked like after something so disturbing happened to them both.

"I still don't understand how this connects with me. I was buying food at the store that day. I was the one who called in the sighting of them at the store." I admit while pushing the file back across the silver table. "I haven't done anything wrong,"

I stand my ground and straighten my posture. I'm not some scared college student like this asshole thinks me to be.

He stares at me as if he's threatening me, but before he can speak again, the door to the side of the room suddenly bursts open.