Let's say you're a criminology student who lives in the Midwest.
Out of curiosity you try to get more information about your friends death. You accidentally end up falling into a rabbit hole and start your own investigation.
Trying to solve this my...
A dull pain woke you up in the early morning. You were lying on the side, on the arm you got shot in. People always said that sleeping on the side wasn't healthy and would make your face a-symmetrical but it was too comfortable to not do it.
Coordinating your left hand was still a bit hard and painful because of that dickwad that stepped onto it. Taking a bit time to drink water and wake up fully helped you feel a bit more alert. After that you stood up and went to unlock your room door. It wasn't locked for some reason??? Not that you minded-?
In the bathroom you did some self care, took a shower and washed your hair. Getting into fresh clothes never felt so good as it did now. You chose some funky mental support socks with Hot Dogs on them, literally dogs that were Hot Dogs. Then you went through the apartment and checked for intruders, thankfully there weren't any so you decided to eat half of an apple. Sorting through your backpack and washing it sounded like a good idea so that was the next thing you did. Half past 11 you were finished and decided to go downstairs to check on your car.
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"Hey Andrea" you met your neighbour downstairs
"Goodmorning y/n!"
"Thanks for- yknow.."
"For what?"
"You got my email right?" You were slightly confused
"No, did you write me one?"
"Erm- it must have not send-"
Why is it that you always got interrupted? "If it's because of the mail, I took a package in for you few days ago."
"Yes, the mail." You didn't buy anything online but okay?? Maybe it was some shit from china that came in half a year after you ordered it
"I got it upstairs come on."
You both went upstairs again and she handed the package to you. It was pretty small. You thanked her and went inside again. The package looked very unsuspicious so you went ahead and opened it.
It was your phone.
A cruel joke.
"Fucker!"
He wanted you to use it. Well now you didn't want to use it anymore. You wouldn't give him that satisfaction.
Okay. You needed a plan on what to do or you would go insane. You really should go to the police and tell them everything you saw.
You rummaged around in the box, it was full with paper and between all the ripped apart pieces of paper was a printed note.
"If you tell them they will arrest you too. You will be a accomplice in their eyes and they won't be able to find us. Rot in jail or live with it."
