The Untold

Chapter 10: Clues and Connections

I froze, spinning around, but there was no one behind me. Just shadows stretching in the dim light.

My heart pounded as I turned back to Carolina—only to realize the corner of the veil was still in my hand.

I pulled.

And there was nothing underneath. Just the empty veil slipping through my fingers.

A cold chill crept over me, and I couldn't hold back a scream. I stumbled back, the sound tearing from my throat louder than I meant, echoing through the smoky club.

Faces turned my way, curious and startled, but I didn't care. I ran, pushing through the crowded dance floor, my heart hammering in my chest.

"Someone—please!" I gasped as I finally reached the others, clinging to Carolina and Raven like they were lifelines.

They exchanged confused looks, their laughter fading as they took in my pale face and shaking hands.

"Amira, what's wrong?" Carolina asked, her brows knitting together.
I tried to explain, words tripping over each other. "I saw... something. Or maybe someone. Carolina, I swear it was you, but then... it wasn't."

Bianca smirked, already holding up her phone to capture my expression, the gleam of excitement unmistakable in her eyes.

"Oh, this is too good. Our girl's having a moment with the supernatural!" she said, laughing, although I could see a flicker of real concern beneath it.

"No, Bianca, I'm serious! This is NOT for the clout." I shot back, my voice tight. But no one seemed fully convinced.

They all just traded skeptical glances, like they didn't know what to make of me.

"I—or... I don't know! Someone was wearing your veil, Carolina. They didn't say anything, and when I pulled it off, there was no one there!" The words tumbled out, barely making sense even to me.

The group exchanged nervous glances, the playful energy from earlier quickly dissipating.

"Wait... you're saying someone was pretending to be Carolina?" Bianca asked, lowering her phone. "Like, someone else was in there?"

"Maybe it's a stalker," one of the guys chimed in, leaning closer with a frown. "You're, like, famous, Amira. People get weird about that kind of stuff."

"Yeah, that tracks," Raven added, crossing her arms. "Rich girls, fancy penthouses, elite parties? Perfect target for some psycho."

Carolina frowned, her brows knitting together. "But why would they just... disappear? That doesn't make sense."

"Wait.. maybe they didn't expect Amira to catch on," Bianca suggested, finally setting down her phone.

"We should deffo check the security cameras." Raven proposed

Carolina glanced around, her concern breaking through the tense silence. "Wait... where's Cerise? I haven't seen her all night."

We all paused, looking around the crowded club.

A sudden cheer erupted near the DJ booth, and that's when I spotted her—or rather, her unmistakable robot outfit neon-green headphones.

She was perched behind the speaker, right where the DJ should have been, her fingers flying across a keyboard.

The actual DJ sat off to the side, arms crossed, looking both annoyed and defeated.

"What is she doing?" Raven muttered, already heading toward the booth.

The rest of us followed, weaving through the crowd until we reached her little hideout.

Behind the towering speaker, Cerise had set up a mini command center—a laptop, a second monitor connected by wires, and a controller resting beside an open bag of gummy bears.