make me out to be the villain do what you do best but aren't you sick of burning bridges down?
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Waiyin woke up in the same state of cold sweat that she had the previous day. As if sleeping on the sofa on the first night wasn't bad enough, last evening she had fallen asleep on the staircase - the phone still placed in front of her.
She still felt like vomiting, her stomach was tied up in painful knots and any slight movement made her body cramp up, her neck aching painfully. She absolutely had to find better places to sleep.
After stuffing the phone away into some cupboard, the girl went to take a shower - hoping to get some sort of relief or at least a moment to clear her head. She was still in shock.
Was Renjun still alive? Somewhere? But no, surely not. She had seen her body with her own two eyes.
The boy had been stabbed at least three times, then shot in the head - all in his own holiday home. In the basement. She had been the one to find his body.
The girl could still see the blood. There was so much fucking blood. It pooled like a river, splattered up the wall like endless trails of ivy. It followed a path to the steps leading out of the basements and the police wrote in their report that they believed this trail was the boy trying to escape. It felt as though she could see him, having been stabbed once already and fighting for his life, forcing his body to move as he tried to haul himself out of the basement.
And he almost made it. The door was covered in the red liquid, the handle caked in crimson blood. But it was locked. And that was the only reason why Renjun couldn't escape what happened next.
Someone had locked the basement from outside.
Rage coursed through her veins as she thought about it. It was so obvious that Renjun had been intentionally murdered. She had read all she could about murder and heinous crimes as soon as she realised that the police force weren't going to do anything about it.
It couldn't have been a robbery gone wrong, stabbing is a personal crime, especially three times and paired with a shot to the head. Whoever hurt Renjun absolutely wanted him dead. They were desperate almost.
And the most important detail to take note of was that someone had locked the basement. Someone who had access to the house had to have let the killer in, then lured Renjun in after and locked him and his assailant in the room together.
It should've been obvious who this accessory to murder was - but it wasn't. So many people were moving in and out of the house all the time, it was almost impossible to know who had done it.
Even so, the girl had one blaring suspect in mind. And after the past five years, she was reluctant to believe that he had absolutely nothing to do with it.
The water of the shower ran glacial cold and stung her skin, immediately changing from feeling like refreshing summer rain to icy pellets against her body. She was brought out of her thoughts as she realised she had been showering for too long. With a sigh, Waiyin turned of the shower and began to get ready for the day ahead of her.
