At Bellrose Academy, an elite private school for the wealthiest students in Thailand, something sinister is lurking in the shadows. One by one, students vanish, only to be found dead behind the mountain that looms over the campus. No one knows why-o...
𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 : This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The themes and events depicted in this book may be intense and sensitive, including murder, psychological suspense, and romance, and may not be suitable for all readers.
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The air was thick with secrecy at the prestigious Bellrose Academy, a private high school nestled in the mountains of Thailand. For years, it had been a sanctuary for the country’s wealthiest and most influential families, where the elite were groomed for success. But behind the school’s iron gates, behind the gleaming classrooms and manicured lawns, something darker began to stir.
One by one, students disappeared. At first, it was a rumor—a whisper in the halls, an unexplained absence. But when bodies started to surface behind the mountain, discarded as if they were nothing more than forgotten relics, the truth became undeniable. Someone, or something, was targeting the students. And no one knew why.
"Who’s doing this?" Giran muttered, staring out over the mountain, his hands clenched into fists. "It has to be one of us. No one else has access to this place."
Giran had always believed in logic, in answers, in facts. But as he stood on the edge of the school grounds, staring at the darkened peaks of the mountain where the bodies were found, the truth became a puzzle he couldn’t solve. Every night, the shadows seemed to grow longer, the whispers louder, and the danger closer. He began to suspect something no one else dared to—could the killer be one of them? One of the privileged students who walked the same halls, sat in the same classrooms, and smiled behind the same perfect facades?
"You think it’s one of us?" Filan’s voice cut through the silence, calm and chilling. He had a way of sneaking up on people, as if he had always been there, even before he arrived. "Maybe it’s not someone inside. Maybe it’s someone who’s always been watching, waiting."
Giran turned to look at him, his gaze narrowing. Filan had only just arrived, but somehow, everything seemed to start spiraling out of control once he did. There was something unsettling about the way he moved, the way he seemed to know just what to say. "Are you saying it’s someone from outside the school?" Giran asked, his voice almost a whisper, though the thought terrified him.
"Maybe." Filan shrugged, his expression unreadable. "Or maybe it’s someone hiding in plain sight. Someone who looks like they belong but doesn’t."
Giran couldn’t shake the feeling that Filan was connected to the deaths in some way. But the more he tried to uncover, the deeper he fell into the mystery—and into a dangerous infatuation that threatened to consume him.
Who was the killer? Was it someone he trusted, someone who sat beside him in class? Or was it someone much closer to him than he could ever imagine? Giran had to know, but at what cost?
𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 : 𝓜𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓡𝓸𝓵𝓮
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