No One Can Be Trusted.

No One Can Be Trusted.

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A week ago, Annie experienced the worst week of her life. One day, she had planned to meet her friend Nina because she wanted to share something important. Nina hadn't given much information, only instructing Annie to come to her house. When Annie arrived, she found Nina on the floor of her living room, lying in a pool of blood. Standing over her lifeless body was the murderer, holding a knife. Before Annie could react, the killer fled the scene. Later, the police arrested Ryan, Nina's boyfriend, as the primary suspect in her murder. Now, Annie was left confused about who really killed Nina. Determined to find answers, she decided to investigate further, leading her into a series of unexpected events during her summer holiday.
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