Chapter 106

After we opened the door, there was a strong smell of color inside. My face turned pale, and Brian and I rushed to Erina's room. The door was unlocked, and the light from the bathroom caught our attention. I ran over and discovered something horrifying.

Erina was lying in the bathtub; more accurately, she was lying in a vast pool of blood. She was unconscious, her face pale, her thin pajamas sticking to her body. I hurried to get closer and immediately discovered that there was a knife next to it. Erina's wrist was torn, and blood was pouring out non-stop.

"Brian, what do we do?" I trembled.

Brian is so much calmer than I am; he pats me gently on the shoulder. "Don't worry, and I've already called the doctor; they'll be here soon."

I nodded, then quickly wrapped a clean towel around Erina's body as Brian carried her out of the room.

The doctor arrived quickly, followed by Harvey.

"I guess she committed suicide." Brian leaned back against the window, speaking heavily. "Perhaps it's bec