Elite

A human calculator and an athlete couldn't possibly be twins-but is it true?

Hilary and Hilda thought St. Alisdair's would be their chance to shine-Hilary with her precision, Hilda with her talent. Instead, it became the place where trust broke, lies spread, and one of them was accused of murder.

"Hilda... everyone's saying it was you," Hilary admits, her voice unsteady.
"Do you believe them, or me?" Hilda asks quietly.
"I don't know what to believe," Hilary confesses, looking away.

The scandal never reaches the staff. Within the student body, rumors spread like wildfire, and suspicion grows heavier by the day. Hilda refuses to let the lie consume her future. She throws herself into uncovering the truth, determined to clear her name-no matter how much it costs.

Through it all, Dawn-a graceful, reassuring classmate-offers quiet comfort. She's always there with the right words, urging Hilda not to push too hard.

"You've done enough," Dawn says softly. "The harder you fight, the guiltier you'll look."

Hilary's trust falters, Dawn's voice lingers, but Hilda never gives up. Piece by piece, she clears her name, and in the end, her persistence restores her bond with Hilary.

"I should have trusted you," Hilary whispers.
"You're here now," Hilda answers. "That's enough."

But the killer is still among them, unseen and unpunished. No teachers know, no authorities are called-it's a secret that belongs only to the students of St. Alisdair's.

And if the truth stays buried, how long before the next body falls?