The house was certainly well-built, with excellent soundproofing. Joy Fischer pressed her ear to the wall but couldn't hear anything after listening for a good while. Pouting, she returned to her room and grabbed a laptop.
"I just passed Susan Quinn's room. She seemed to be on the phone with someone, laughing so happily."
Luna Nash's lip curled.
"She's probably dating someone. Her father committed such monstrous crimes, and she's living off that blood money to attend this university and live in this dorm..."
Luna Nash's words came to an abrupt halt.
"Alright, Luna. That's enough."
Jane Sterling watched as an indignant Luna Nash plugged the USB drive into the computer.
"AH!"
The drive contained a video. The moment Jane Sterling hit play, a scream was the first thing to reach the trio's ears.
The shriek seemed to blast right through the computer and into the hallway. Jane Sterling scrambled to turn the volume down.
