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Even if it was, I desperately wanted it to be a nightmare that could never be the truth. However, look at my luck, it was true, the dark truth about me that I killed my one and only friend, my best friend, Jiahn Kang. She was in a lot of pain, pleading, begging me to spare her life. Was this really me? A person who could never see her loved ones in pain and here I was, the one who killed her own best friend, a best friend who was more than an elder sister to her.

Uncomfortable. Real. Because at that moment, the welcome had fully collapsed. And what remained… Was truth trying not to be exposed.

The journey had led us to this moment, where the light of truth would clash with the darkness of deception, forever changing the course of our lives. And so, hand in hand, we stepped into the unknown, guided by love, uncertainty, and a burning desire for the truth. The air crackled with tension as we confronted the enigmatic figure before us, their presence radiating a chilling aura. "You thought you could outsmart us, didn't you?" Alex's voice carried a hint of defiance, his eyes locked onto our adversary. "We won't be pawns in your twisted game any longer. It's time for the truth to be revealed."

They did not damage the bridge's primary structural system. Belinda Locke. As soon as I heard her name, my soul jolted. My long-buried memories suddenly came flooding back. More than 20 years ago, during an anti-narcotics operation at the border, a married couple who worked as traders accidentally witnessed a drug deal. In retaliation, they were killed. By the time I led a team into the house, it was already engulfed in flames. Only a 13-year-old girl was curled up in a wardrobe's hidden compartment, covered in ash. She clenched her teeth, refusing to even utter a sound.

Chloe gave a satisfied hum, rolled over, and went back to scrolling on her phone. The dorm room fell quiet. I lay on the top bunk, staring at the ceiling while my mind raced. In my last life, I knew nothing, so I did nothing. This life, I knew everything. So I had three things to do. First, let them destroy themselves. Second, leave evidence. Third, keep myself clean. I dug out my old phone and opened a shopping app. I ordered a pinhole camera, small enough to clip to a collar. Then I ordered a micro voice recorder that could run for eight hours.

And the quality of the look on his face in the moment of seeing that specific detail was the look of someone for whom something has just been confirmed that they had been hoping was not true, the look of a truth landing in the specific place that truths land when they are about something personal and irreversible. The atrium held the moment. And then the moment ended, and what came after it began.

"I'm using this book to mess with them. The same way they messed with my brother and drove him to death. The same they messed with me and almost drove me to madness. I will be their Karma." "And your therapist thinks this is a good idea?" "Yep." She nods. "But she thinks the book would be better as fiction not a factual memoir." "I think you should listen to her." "I'm listening to my gut." She stands from the table. "And my gut is calling me to the library now. And then I have therapy in the afternoon. And then I have to write in the evening. And then I have a lot of reading and writing to do at night. Gotta go!"

It felt as if my heart had been ripped out of my chest. Meanwhile, Jessica smiled radiantly, her eyes brimming with triumph as she looked at me. At that moment, no physical pain could compare to the agony inside my body. I struggled fiercely against the maids, lunging forward to grab Holly, desperate to take her back. The moment my hand caught the edge of the swaddle, a flicker of joy flashed through me, but then I caught sight of the sly curve at the corner of Jessica’s lips. I hesitated, and in that instant, Jessica suddenly let her body fall backward, her arms releasing the swaddle without warning.