Shaaaaa—
The rain poured, hiding my tears. The flickering lamps above my head dimmed as the three photos got wet and crumbled in my hands.
Resting my back on the bench, I looked towards my hands.
The traces of blood can still be seen.
My words choked.
"What does she deserve to be treated like this?"
She always treated others with love and care. Why would anyone do that to her?
My vision blurred as the water gathered on my retina.
Was it tears or rain? I can't seem to distinguish.
Rubbing my eyes with my elbow, I once again recalled Albert's words.
"She was killed."
"Sniff…"
Whimpering, I unfolded the three photographs.
"Cristine Duskveil. Rina Starcrown. Rowan Silverrest."
These were the names Albert handed me. He called them "suspects."
Right now, my thoughts were clouded.
There was something deeper, an untamed rage burned within me.
"What should I do now?"
My voice was ragged, filled with sourness.
I was talking to myself.
"I need to find the killer…"
