College Days

Woodside Murder

I remember it all as if it was yesterday...

He walked in. Armed. Gun and possibly knife strapped to his chest.
This dude... he barged past everyone. A gunshot was heard a few minutes later but no one thought anything of it.

We went to go have a look in the back room for more space to stack the chairs away. Turned out that the remains of a girl were locked in there. Decaying slowly...
Her name?
She didn't have one. She felt names held no meaning. So we just used the regular pronouns for her gender and that's basically it. It's not apparent why someone would kill her. We were friends for a while before she was killed.
Evidence it wasn't me? ... Heh...
Do you have any evidence it WAS me, officer?
Then I suggest you don't ask questions such as that.
Where was I? Where do you think I was? I was dancing.
Before being led to another room and- ... well...
I can't tell you what went on in there. But it definitely wasn't the same room as she was killed. You better believe it too. You have no evidence of me being the murderer! And I'm pretty sure if it was anyone, it was Rowan.
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Rowan... Her ex? Craved attention, often blackouts...
Blackouts... like, loss of memory, probably doing something stupid during that time too. In some cases, very stupid.
Last I heard, their argument was about Rowan taking drugs and the girl didn't want his problems to become hers after the constant beating taking place each night he went for drinks... or, to meet his dealer.

He, uh, doesn't go to Woodside, no.
But a lot of people know him as Blackout. For an obvious reason. He's hurt a lot of people. You should be careful around him.

No, I didn't see who it was that barged past me that night. He had a mask on. Very similar to his mask, may I add.
Can I take you to him?
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Of course. Grab your keys.