As the heavy silence stretched between them, Dante's friends looked at each other, then back at him, their faces a mix of hurt and bewilderment."Dante, listen to yourself," Kevin pleaded, his voice softer now, tinged with genuine distress. "We would never do anything to hurt Megan, or you. Why would we? We just wanted you to have some fun, to get your mind off things. You've been so focused on your studies and Megan… we thought you needed a break."Ben nodded, his gaze meeting Dante’s directly now, a flicker of something akin to fear in his eyes. "He's right, man. We were just trying to be good friends. If someone used that party, used us... That's messed up, but we had nothing to do with it. We swear."Their earnestness, the genuine shock in their eyes, chipped away slightly at Dante's hardened resolve. He wanted to believe them. He needed to believe them. But the logical part of his brain, the one now working overtime to piece together the fragments of this nightmare, wouldn't l
The revelation of the anonymous message had ignited a fire in Queen. She knew, with a chilling certainty, that this wasn't just about Megan's recovery anymore; it was about unmasking the viper in their midst.The police investigation, which had seemed to stagnate, suddenly gained traction. A passing taxi, whose driver was initially dismissed due to his distance from the gate, had a dashboard camera. The footage, though grainy, offered a crucial detail: a fleeting image of a figure running away from the scene. The police technicians worked tirelessly, enhancing the frames, and finally, a face began to materialize. It was a young man, unknown to Queen, Dante, or Megan, his features contorted in a desperate sprint. The manhunt was officially on, a silent alarm echoing through the campus and beyond.Miles away from the hospital, in the luxurious confines of her apartment, Lizbeth's phone vibrated ominously. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she saw the unfamiliar number. Hesitantl
As the first rays of dawn filtered through the blinds of the hospital waiting room, casting long, pale shadows, the weight of the night’s events pressed down on Queen and Dante. The initial shock had begun to give way to a gnawing anxiety, a desperate yearning for any news about Megan. Wendy sat quietly beside Dante, her presence a silent question mark in the tense atmosphere. The police officer returned with a weary look on his face. “We’ve reviewed the CCTV footage from the campus gate,” he began, his voice low and serious. “It’s… not very clear. The area was dimly lit, and the crucial moment was obscured by the branches of the acacia tree.” Queen’s heart sank. That one piece of evidence, the potential key to unlocking the mystery, was shrouded in darkness. “However,” the police officer continued, his gaze meeting Queen’s, “we did see a figure running away from the scene shortly after the estimated time of the attack. We will continue working on it". A chill ran down Queen’s s
The scene that unfolded before Queen in the periphery of the campus lights sent a jolt of pure terror through her as she saw a shadowy figure crouched over a motionless form lying on the tarmac. Her breath hitched in her throat. It couldn't be...“Megan!” The name tore from her throat as she dropped to her knees beside her friend. Megan lay sprawled on the cold tarmac, her limbs at an unnatural angle. A dark stain was blooming on the back of her head, and her usually vibrant face was ashen and still. Queen’s fingers trembled as she reached out, gently touching Megan’s cheek. It was cold.Tears welled up in Queen’s eyes, blurring her vision. “Megan, wake up! Please, wake up!” Her voice was choked with sobs. "Do you know this lady?" The man asked as he moved aside for Queen."She called for a cab but didn't get in. When I alighted to see what was going on, I found her sprawled on the ground."Queen lifted her face to look at the cab driver, tears welling in her eyes. She fumbled for
The world dissolved into a starless void. One moment, the harsh glow of the campus lights illuminated her frantic face as she reached for the taxi door; the next, an all-encompassing darkness swallowed her whole. The last sensation was a dull, sickening thud against the back of her skull, followed by an abrupt silence that was more terrifying than any noise. Megan’s phone slipped from her numb fingers and clattered onto the tarmac, its screen displaying Dante’s contact. The cab driver, oblivious to the silent violence unfolding behind him, waited patiently, the meter ticking. A shadowy figure emerged from the darkness, his face obscured by the low-hanging branches of a nearby acacia tree. He swiftly retrieved Megan’s phone, his movements precise and deliberate. With a final, lingering glance at Megan’s unconscious form sprawled on the ground, he melted back into the night, leaving no trace of his presence. Inside the grand hotel, the party continued its raucous crescendo. Laught
The air in the grand hotel hall that was hosting the campus party crackled with an almost palpable energy.Lizbeth moved through the throng with the practised ease of a hostess. Her smile was bright, her greetings effusive, but behind the polished facade, her mind was a whirlwind of calculations and simmering resentments. Tonight was about more than just a simple college party; it was about subtly manoeuvring pieces on her own personal chessboard.Her gaze, sharp and assessing, swept across the room, finally settling on a figure standing somewhat apart near the ornate bar. Wendy, Dante’s ex-girlfriend, exuded a quiet intensity, a hint of lingering pain, hidden in her eyes.Wendy had arrived with a singular purpose: to see Dante, to gauge the possibility of rekindling a flame she believed had never truly died. Seeing him across the room, laughing with a group of men, a familiar ache resonated within her.Lizbeth, ever the opportunist, had invited Wendy, not as a potential ally but a