A Murder, One Missing, Two Left // Val Dashing

01

"You're [Y/N] [L/N], right?" Said an unfamiliar voice to you.

"Oh, yeah" You responded, turning around to see who it was.

"You'll need to come with me please," You saw it was a cop, and your mind started jumping to conclusions. 'Was I in trouble?' 'What did I do?'

"Why? Did I do something?" You ask, confused.

"You'll see. Please follow me." The cop glared at you but you followed him without hesitation. 'If I just listen and do what they say, I can escape whatever is happening quickly.' You thought. You followed him into a police car. Unsure of what you did but you reluctantly followed. He drove you to the local police station, took you out, and walked you inside. You follow him past the reception area in silence. He leads you to an investigation room. He gestures for you to sit across from him.

"What happened 3 days ago, Mx. [L/N]?" He asked as he glared right into your eyes.

"I- I don't know, sir" You reply, nervously.

"Where were you at 4 pm 3 days ago, Mx. [L/N]?" He asked next.

"I was leaving the mall with my friends," You said, honestly.

"With whom?" He asked as he wrote something down on a small notepad you didn't take notice of before.

"My friends. Torin, Jamie, and-" You pause.

"And?" He repeated you. You do not reply. "How many friends did you walk into the mall with Mx. [L/N]?"

"3..." That was all you could say as you process your memories.

"And how many friends did you leave with Mx. [L/N]?" His tone was serious, yet curious.

"2. Aster didn't leave with us.." Your voice shuttered.

"Can I get your friends' full names?" He asked politely as he wrote more stuff down.

"Torin Sutton, Jamie Parker, and Aster Dahlia." He wrote the names down as you spoke.

"Thank you, Mx. [L/N]. Do you know why you're being questioned today?" His tone softens the more he speaks to you.

"No.." Your voice weakens at the thought of what might've happened.

"Well, this morning we found your friend, Aster Dahlia, murdered in that mall." He looked at your horrified expression and wrote it down. "I'm sorry Mx. [L/N]."

'Aster can't be dead-' Your mind races, you are terrified. "What...?" was all you could muster under tears falling down your cheeks.

The cop looked at you, his voice had a hint of empathy or sympathy, you couldn't tell."Your friend is dead, and we're trying to find out who did it."