Not Your Normal Murder Mystery

Prologue

Naomi was seated down alone at her dorm room.

Her roommate, Phoebe, was out today to a birthday party. She would have joined her friend if she didn't have a math quiz tomorrow.

Stupid maths, always ruining all the parties.

Anyways, because she had a quiz on trigonometry tomorrow morning, she was awake all night with the stupid math book on her study table as she tried to figure out what to do.

Naomi did not like trigonometry at all. She was fine with algebra, algebra was fine. Geometry was confusing sometimes, but she could handle geometry.

But trigonometry just made her want to rip her hair out. Who cares about sin and con and blah and blah. Just because she's a millennial and has probably committed many sins doesn't mean mathematical sins are fun.

Who even needs trigonometry? It's not like she was planning to be an architect or an engineer. She was going to a social worker that worked towards improving the environment, there was no way trigonometry could ever help in that. What was she supposed to do? Find the height of air pollution?

So yeah, trigonometry is stupid.

Annoyed at the stupid shapes, Naomi got out of her seat and decided to go take a nice shower to clear her mind.

Fifteen minutes after she started showering, she heard some footsteps in her room. Then she heard something fall down and shatter. Naomi rolled her eyes, assuming that her roommate was back early and probably a clumsy drunk at the moment.

Then there was another loud noise and Naomi couldn't help but call out, "Phoebe? Is it you? Stop breaking everything, just go to sleep."

Suddenly it became all silent again and Naomi couldn't help but wonder what the heck was wrong with her friend.

After drying herself off, she pulled her bathrobe over and walked out of the room. To her surprise, she didn't see her roommate in the room.

Their nightlamp was lying shattered on the floor and some books from the bookshelf were laying down on the ground. Naomi frowned but picked up the books and started arranging them properly. Then she heard soft shuffling of feet and she called out, "Phoebe, are you there?"

No reply. Now Naomi was starting to worry. She grabbed a pair of scissors from the drawers and made her way towards the closet in case some intruder was in the dorm. She took careful steps, "Hello? Anyone in here?"

When no reply came she slowly and cautiously opened the closet door and peeked inside.

Nothing. Just a bunch of clothes and shoes.

"Okay, its nothing." Naomi told herself. "I have just been watching too much true crime. Nothing to worry about."

She turned back towards her study table but instead was met up with a face covered in black mask. Just before she could scream, a heavy object hit her and everything turned black.