A Body Between Us

The dormitory was never silent. Even at night, there were whispers through the walls-doors creaking, muffled laughter, footsteps pacing on linoleum floors. But that night, silence came, heavy and unnatural, broken only by the scream that ripped the building awake.

By the time the police arrived, the corridors were already crowded with curious faces, pale and wide-eyed under the dim emergency lights. A body lay on the cold tiles of her room, her hair fanned out like a dark halo, her eyes wide open as though still begging for answers no one could give. Blood had crept into the grout lines, staining the floor with a permanence no one would ever scrub away.

There were seven of them-seven prime suspects-all bound by the same roof, the same walls, the same dormitory secrets. Each with a reason, each with an alibi. Or so they claimed.

In a world where secrets hide in jackets, Polaroid cameras, and folded maps, Nyx and Emiel found themselves chasing clues-and suspicion alike. Partners in a delicate game of observation and deduction, they followed faint traces of truth, even as whispers and glances marked them as potential culprits. Every discovery could be a trap, every shadow a witness, and in the silent corners of the world they navigated, someone was always watching.

But the dormitory kept its secrets. And so did they.