A man in a suit approached me after school. He was a producer from a major streaming service in Manila. They wanted to option our story for a limited series. "Teen detectives crack a cold case? It's incredible," he said, handing me his card.
I looked at the card, then at the BNHS gates. They wanted to turn our pain, our fear, and Luna's tragedy into entertainment. They would glamorize it, simplify it, and leave her ghost out of it entirely.
"No, thank you," I said, handing the card back. Some stories aren't meant to be sold.