My Roommates Vanished, and I'm the Prime Suspect
My roommates have booked booth seats at the New Year Countdown Light Show at the price of five thousand dollars per ticket. Soon, they begin urging me to transfer them my share of the payment on the group chat.
I just send them a screenshot of the remaining balance in my bank account. "You guys have fun. I'm still saving up for my college tuition fees."
Everyone just spams me with laughing messages instead. One of my roommates, Zane Lawson, even uploads a screenshot of our conversation to his social media feed together with a caption that says, "The first step of ascending to the next tier in social hierarchy is to stay away from party poopers like this."
But as soon as 12:00 am is over, my roommates send me a photo of the light show.
"It's such a shame that you aren't here."
I'm still confused by the photo when I receive a phone call from the counselor, who sounds very anxious over the phone.
"Did you buy tickets for your roommates to the light show? The organizers claimed that they never checked in at the entrance! Now, they've gone missing!"