Chapter 2

A chill ran down my spine. Subconsciously, my first thought was whether Mom was going to beat me to death when she found out that Cameron was dead.

I trembled violently, then scrambled up to my feet before sneaking downstairs. I had to look for my neighbor. I had to take Cameron's corpse back home first before doing anything else.

My home was on the 18th floor. I knocked on Unit 301's door after I reached the third floor.

A few moments later, a faint rustling sound came from beyond the door. There was someone inside!

I knocked twice on the door again.

I could tell that the person inside the apartment was already at the door. I pressed myself against the peephole and tried to peer inside.

There was a woman standing behind the door, shaking like a leaf. However, it didn't look like she was going to open the door.

"Good evening, ma'am. I'm Cassandra Joyner from Unit 1801. I'm looking for my brother."

The woman started trembling even more violently upon hearing my words. She bit her lip harshly and silently tightened her grip around the baseball bat that she was clutching.

"I don't mean any harm, ma'am. I'm just trying to find my brother," I said.

"Your brother isn't here. I already told you to leave us alone. Don't think that you can scare me by pretending to be your daughter!"

I frowned, unable to understand her strange words.

"I'm not going to harm you, ma'am. I saw my brother on your balcony. Can you please let me in?"

"Get lost! Get out of my sight right now!" the woman suddenly screamed, her emotions rising rapidly. "You've already tormented me for so long. I can't even get a good night's rest anymore. What more do you want from me?

"My family is also being bombarded by tragedies. What gives you the right to pin the blame on us? Why would you try to prank us this way? I'm going to call the police if you come again!"

She then covered her ears with her hands and rushed into her room.

The apartment remained silent when I knocked again. I hadn't understood a single word that she said.

Suddenly, an idea floated to the forefront of my thoughts—perhaps the woman was linked to Cameron's death!

I didn't dare knock again. When I returned home, I stuck my head out of the window again, only to realize that Cameron's corpse was gone!

The woman must have hidden his corpse.

Panic gripped my heart as I paced circles around the room. I steeled my nerves after mulling over my thoughts, deciding to crawl out of the window.

A thick pipe connected all the apartments, and I could use it to crawl down to the woman's balcony. As long as I managed to get my hands on Cameron's corpse, it would be pointless for the woman to deny that she had him.

I carefully stuck my foot out of the window and crawled down the pipe like a cat. Surprisingly, the process went smoothly, and I reached the balcony in record time.

The woman didn't lock her balcony. I quietly slid the glass door open and entered the apartment, which was decorated in almost the same fashion as mine.

I swiftly searched every nook and cranny, but I couldn't find Cameron's corpse at all.

I was stewing in my confusion when a clattering noise resounded from the bedroom. I padded in the direction of the noise and saw the woman curled up at the end of her bed. Her hands were pressed to her ears as she muttered to herself.

"It wasn't my fault. Leave me alone. You're the one who didn't watch over them properly. Get out! Get out of my sight!"

The woman seemed to be mentally unstable. She didn't even notice me when I was standing at her door.

I searched the apartment again, but Cameron's corpse had disappeared into thin air. The strange smell from before had also vanished.

Did the woman hide Cameron's corpse? Or did she move it somewhere else?