Mia nodded obediently. "Okay, but Sarah, how are you going to get to and from work?" Sarah shook her head. "I’ve been suspended." Mia’s eyes widened in shock. "Suspended? Why?" "This case involves me," Sarah said calmly. "Tina did write those things in my office. The media is relentless, and there are eyes everywhere. Even if Dean Larson believes in me, he still has to put on a show." She spoke about it so lightly, as if she were simply discussing what to have for dinner. Mia clenched her fists. "Sarah, I believe in you. If you need anything, please tell me. I’ll help however I can." She wasn’t the only one who felt this way. Zachary wanted to check on Sarah too, but his presence would only make the situation worse. Sarah had already packed up her things to head home. Before she left, she warned Mia, "Don’t leave with me. The moment I step outside, I’m going to be surrounded." Mia hesitated but nodded. "Alright." She knew Sarah was protecting her and didn’t w
Tina couldn’t understand Schrödinger’s cat. She couldn’t understand why people who wanted to die still worried about what came after death. In the suffocating stillness of the night, she picked up a sheet of paper and began writing a suicide note. But before she could finish, someone knocked on her door. Someone she trusted. That person took her to the rooftop. There must have been a conversation—one that turned into a conflict. And then… she was pushed. So who was it? What did they talk about that led to her being thrown off the building? Sarah’s expression darkened as she spoke aloud, "And another question—who wanted to bury this evidence? Why were all the crucial findings erased from the final report?" Melvin shook his head. "Whoever they are, they have a powerful background." Sarah suddenly stood up. "There’s another possibility." "What possibility?" "The real target has been me all along. Someone is using Tina’s death to take me down." "Would
Mia tried to dodge, but the man’s sharp gaze locked onto her like a predator. “Don’t run,” he sneered. “Let me take good care of you.” Her heartbeat pounded violently, her breath hitching in terror. Before she could react, another figure appeared behind her. A cloth was pressed tightly over her nose and mouth. A sickly sweet, chemical scent flooded her senses—ether. Within seconds, darkness consumed her. --- The Grand Lyric Theater – Back EntranceThe heavy wooden doors creaked open as a man carried a large burlap sack over his shoulder and loaded it into a van. Inside, the sounds of the opera continued uninterrupted. The actress’s haunting voice rang out again, her song rising above the frantic percussion, filling the grand hall with tragic beauty. The van cut through the bustling streets, passing by the towering Reynolds Corporation headquarters before heading straight toward Adams University. But instead of stopping at the university gates, the v
Mia's mouth fell open in disbelief, her body wracked with uncontrollable tremors. The woman's screams had not stopped. She sobbed until she was gasping for air, but the men had no intention of letting her go. The torture continued. Mia's entire body convulsed, the sounds of crackling flesh from the fire filling the room with an eerie, sickening noise. The grotesque popping and hissing made her wish she could lose consciousness on the spot. But the more she wanted to faint, the clearer her mind became. Her vision was swallowed by red. Everything— her entire world—was drenched in red. She could no longer see any other color. "Help me! Help me! They're monsters! Monsters!" she shrieked, her voice breaking into hysterical screams. The man watched her reaction with satisfaction. With a casual wave of his hand, the two men behind him dragged the blood-soaked woman’s lifeless body away, leaving only him and Mia in the room. But Mia was no longer herself. Her ey
Whether Mia’s condition had anything to do with Sarah or not, one fact was undeniable—despite undergoing treatment for so long, she was still not cured. Mia had suffered multiple episodes in the past, though the exact reasons remained unknown. However, most people believed that a patient undergoing treatment shouldn’t be having frequent relapses—especially not one as severe as this, and definitely not in front of a crowd. Mia’s terrified screams echoed through the air, her expression one of pure horror. Even some of the most seasoned reporters, used to witnessing intense and dramatic scenes, felt a chill run down their spines as they watched her. Mrs. Mendes desperately tried to calm Mia down, speaking softly and attempting to console her, but nothing worked. Meanwhile, at Reynolds Corporation, Zachary was in the middle of an important meeting, completely unaware of the chaos unfolding outside Adams University. His assistant, clearly flustered, burst into the conferen
"Hiring Miss Sanders as Mia's psychologist was my decision. I trust her ability. Do you have a problem with that?" Zachary’s voice was sharp, his patience wearing thin. Seeing Mia in this state, he had no energy for pleasantries with Vivian. His tone softened slightly, but his words carried an unmistakable weight. "Vivian, let me put it this way. Suppose I walk down a road and trip over a pit. Maybe I consider filling it, but for one reason or another, I don’t. But if I walk that road again, and that same pit still trips me up… I won’t just fill it. I’ll dig it wide open. I’ll clear out every rotten branch, every piece of decay lurking inside, and only then will I bury it for good." Vivian swallowed hard. "I… don’t know what you’re trying to say." "You don’t have to understand. Just remember it." The car soon pulled up in front of the Sanders’ residence. Zachary’s assistant got out and knocked on the door while Zachary immediately called Sarah. "Mia’s having an epi
"A cloned license plate?" Zachary's mind stirred.For some reason, his thoughts drifted back to three years ago—another van, just like this one, had appeared, and that incident had left Mia with deep, irreparable psychological trauma.The assistant nodded respectfully. "Yes, sir. A cloned plate. There’s no way to trace it."Sarah sat beside Mia, watching her closely. It had taken so much effort just to get Mia to calm down.Vivian stood to the side, silently observing the two of them—Sarah gently comforting Mia while Zachary spoke with his assistant.She felt like an outsider.Her hands instinctively clenched behind her back, fingers digging into her palm.It was suffocating.A feeling she couldn’t describe.It came from Sarah.It came from the way Zachary and Sarah existed in a space where no one else could step in.Zachary finally turned his gaze toward Vivian. His voice was polite, but distant. "Mia’s stable now. You should head back to the company."Vivian froze for a m
Professor Wells nodded. "Not just Mrs. Mendes—the reporters are still holding their ground too."Dean Larson let out a cold chuckle. "They’re certainly persistent."Professor Wells sighed. "It’s not surprising. This is Adams University, a top institution with a century of prestige. The school has never had a scandal like this, and now that they’ve found an opening, they won’t let go easily."He paused before adding, "But it’s not just about the university. You know as well as I do—Sarah has a complicated background. People are just waiting to find something they can use against her. And now, with Mia suddenly having a breakdown right in front of the reporters… They’re practically salivating over this.""I know," Dean Larson said, cutting him off.Professor Wells hesitated before continuing, "But we can’t let this go on any longer. The board of trustees has already caught wind of it, and they want immediate action."Dean Larson’s expression darkened. "The board? Hah. Nothing ever
"He’s just a child! He doesn’t understand anything—don’t scare him!" "He’s a child, yes. He’s your son. But have you ever thought about this? Tina was your daughter. She was just a college student, not even out in the real world yet. If your son saw the bad guy, why are you stopping him from speaking? Do you know who it was?" Mrs. Mendes snapped, furious. "Know what? What nonsense are you spouting?!" Sarah unlocked her phone and placed it in front of Mrs. Mendes. "Look carefully. I’m calling the police." Her finger hovered over the emergency dial button, ready to press down. "Wait! Don’t!" Mrs. Mendes panicked and quickly reached out to stop her. Sarah lowered the phone. "Then let me talk to your son." "I…" Mrs. Mendes hesitated, seeming torn. "That day, when Mom went to buy groceries, I saw my sister following someone upstairs. That person must be a bad guy. Tina hasn’t come back yet—did the bad guy take her away?" The little boy’s voice was innocent, his words
"You have no idea how much those words might have hurt her. Maybe... maybe it was because of those very words that pushed her to—“ Sarah couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence. Mrs. Mendes jumped up in rage, jabbing a finger at Sarah as she lashed out. "Shut up! What are you trying to say? That my daughter died because of me? Nonsense! Utter nonsense!" "Calm down. I need more details." Sarah frowned slightly. She had a feeling this wasn't as simple as it seemed. Mrs. Mendes wanted to throw her out, but then she suddenly remembered the compensation she hadn't received yet. Forcibly swallowing her anger, she held herself back. "What more details do you need?" "When you came back from grocery shopping and saw your daughter fall, did you see anyone coming out of the stairwell? Someone fleeing in a panic, or running away quickly?" Mrs. Mendes's face went pale. "W-what do you mean by that?" Her whole body started to tremble. "Are you saying... my daughter didn’t comm
As she spoke, Mrs. Mendes quickly made her son go to his room and lock the door.In that moment, Tina's eyes dimmed. She couldn't understand why a stranger in the counseling office could gently tell her not to be afraid, yet her mother, who always claimed to love her most, would treat her this way."I'm not dirty. The counselor said this illness can be managed." She looked at her mother with a last glimmer of hope.But Mrs. Mendes only responded with concern for herself, "Shut up! You got this filthy disease and still want treatment? AIDS can't be cured, and who do you expect to pay for treatment? We don't have a single penny. Don't be delusional!"At that moment, her look toward her daughter held no compassion - only anger and fear.Tina, already full of despair, lost even the small hope she'd regained from Sarah's words.Her barely rebuilt emotional walls came crashing down. Pale-faced, her lips trembling, she said, "Mom, I wasn't going to ask you for money for treatment, I jus
Sarah studied Mrs. Mendes intently. She found it strange that a truly loving mother wouldn't use the word "probably" when discussing such matters. Throughout their interaction, she hadn't detected any guilt, remorse, or sadness in Mrs. Mendes's eyes - only numbness and, strangely, relief.What was she relieved about?Suddenly, a possibility struck her. She narrowed her eyes. "Before Tina's suicide, had you already discovered she had AIDS?"Mrs. Mendes trembled, her face filled with fear. She quickly denied it. "No! I didn't know until I was in the dean’s office."Her face went pale as she continued denying it.But Sarah clearly remembered Mrs. Mendes's abnormal reaction in the office that day. A mother learning of her daughter's AIDS diagnosis would typically react with either anger or heartbreak, but she had shown no reaction at all."Let's be honest. At this point, there's no use hiding it anymore."Why couldn't she understand this simple truth?If Mrs. Mendes had cooperated,
Sarah watched as Mrs. Mendes’s face turned red with rage. She raised a trembling hand, pointing at Sarah, but for a long moment, no words came out. Behind her, the small boy—no older than six or seven—tilted his head slightly, his young mind caught between innocence and growing awareness. He didn’t fully understand the conversation, yet at the same time, he seemed to grasp that something serious was being discussed. “Mrs. Mendes, why don’t you have your son go study in his room?” Sarah suggested, her voice steady. Mrs. Mendes hesitated but eventually relented, sending the boy into the bedroom. Sarah, unbothered by the hostility, sat down on the worn-out couch and met Mrs. Mendes’s glare head-on. “Where exactly did Tina jump from?” Mrs. Mendes’s composure snapped. “So that’s why you’re here? You came to dig up dirt? You’re not welcome in my house!” Sarah remained unfazed. “If you still want compensation, you’d better answer my question properly.” Her voice was cold, ca
Sarah once again found herself faced with the most perplexing question—what exactly happened on the night Tina took her own life? She turned to her cousin, her expression serious. “I want to meet Tina’s mother.” Everything traced back to the very beginning, back to the counseling session in her office. From the moment Tina walked in until the moment she left, she had repeatedly expressed fear. And the person she feared the most was her own mother. But after hearing Mrs. Mendes’s outburst at the university gate, Sarah began to reconsider. Was Tina afraid of how her mother would react upon discovering her illness? Or was there something more? Hope Housing Complex As Sarah stepped into the entrance of Hope Housing Complex, she was struck by how such a run-down neighborhood could exist in the heart of the glamorous, towering East Coast. Logically, this place shouldn’t have been in such a state. It was near a top-ranked elementary school and technically a school distric
"I saw the news. Did Zachary bring her here?" Melvin asked, looking displeased.Sarah shook her head. "Vivian came too, they were together."Melvin's expression suddenly turned grave. He studied Mia closely - her condition was clearly very poor, anyone could see that.So was this connected to Vivian?He couldn't be certain, but he knew there was no one else it could be.Melvin pulled some documents from his bag and handed them to her. "See for yourself."What's this?Sarah opened the file - it was the investigation report on Tina Mendes.Tina Mendes, nineteen years old, normally gentle and quiet - everyone's idea of the "perfect daughter."But she noticed the neighbor's comments: "Well, Tina was a good kid, just unlucky to have such a mother! Her mom would take out her anger on her daily, beating and yelling at her, always demanding money. How could a college student have money to give? And she had a brother too, who ran wild all day. Poor Tina - now that she's gone, I don't
In this blood-red world, she could almost smell the thick scent of iron, mingled with the lingering stench of something burning in the air. Amid this suffocating despair, a gentle hand rested on her shoulder. "Mia?" Who was calling her? Mia’s gaze was lost in a haze of confusion and agony. She could no longer see the world clearly, only the overwhelming, suffocating red that consumed everything. But that voice—it was warm and familiar. It was someone she trusted. Someone she relied on even more than her own brother. No, that wasn't right. This wasn’t just trust. It was an instinctive dependence, forged in the depths of terror. A reliance born from being trapped in the same abyss. Sarah? She turned her dazed eyes in the direction of the voice. And in the midst of the blood-drenched world, a figure appeared. A real, living person. Someone who wasn’t red. Someone who looked… normal. "Sarah…" she murmured. Sarah Sanders seemed to sense the weight of Mia’
Professor Wells furrowed his brows slightly. “Mrs. Mendes, we understand your grief, and the university is willing to provide some form of compensation for Tina Mendes’ passing. However, demanding one million is simply not possible. If you continue disrupting the school’s order at the main gate, we will have no choice but to involve the police.” Though both Professor Wells and Dean Larson appeared calm and composed, their words left no room for negotiation. For once, Mrs. Mendes fell silent, glaring at them viciously. “Fine! Call the police then!” Professor Wells didn’t hesitate—he pulled out his phone and started dialing. But just as he pressed the second digit, his phone was suddenly snatched away. “You really dare? Do you think there’s no law in this country?” she shrieked. On the other side, Dean Larson calmly raised his own phone, turning the screen toward her so she could see the number he was dialing. “Calling now—Adams University main gate. Someone is deliberatel