The weekend was finally here and they all needed a break.
Alison has been in and out of the Police Station for questioning.
They were constantly on the edge, their mood somber, especially since Micha's burial was only a few days away. They decided to have a meeting in Amber's apartment, to discuss the way forward.
What next.
What all this meant for them.
The air in Amber's apartment was thick with tension. The four friends sat in a strained circle, the weight of Micha's death and ongoing investigations pressing heavily on their shoulders. What had once been a tight-knit group was now fraying at the seams, suspicion weaving its way into their every word and glance.
"This is ridiculous," Alison snapped, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. "I've already told you all—I didn't do it. Why would I even kill Micha?"
"You tell us," Amber retorted, her tone colder than usual. "You're the one who's under investigation, together with that Marshal girl. And let's not forget the blonde hair they found. That's not exactly a coincidence."
"Oh, give me a break," Alison shot back, her voice rising. "We all know Micha wasn't some innocent angel. She had her secrets. And let's not forget…" She turned sharply to James, her eyes narrowing. "You weren't exactly loyal to her, were you? You started fooling around with that Emma girl, the weird sophomore, or was it Emma you cheated on with Micha?"
James stiffened, his jaw clenching. "Don't start pointing fingers at me, Alison. You were the one with unresolved jealousy issues. Just because I was dating Micha doesn't mean I wanted her dead."
Everyone was too engrossed in the argument to notice the tears and pain stricken face Amber wore at Alison's accusation to James.
"Enough," Kyro interjected, his voice tense. "This isn't helping. We should be trying to figure out who actually killed Micha, not tearing each other apart."
"Maybe we don't need to look very far," Amber said quietly, her gaze fixed on Kyro. "You were always Micha's confidant. You knew things about her none of us did. Maybe she told you something that made you snap."
Kyro's expression darkened. "Are you serious right now? You think I…" He shook his head in disbelief. "I was Micha's friend. Unlike some of you, I didn't have an ulterior motive."
"Ulterior motive?" Amber's voice sharpened. "What are you trying to say, Kyro?"
Kyro hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward, his voice low and accusing. "You're the one who's been acting weird ever since this started. Always so quick to point the finger at someone else. Maybe you're deflecting because you're hiding something."
Amber's face flushed with anger. "Don't turn this on me! I've been trying to hold this group together while everyone else falls apart."
"Maybe because you're afraid of what happens if we figure out the truth," Alison said, her tone icy.
The room fell into an uneasy silence. No one wanted to speak, afraid their words might betray them. The bonds that had once held them together—shared memories, laughter, loyalty—now felt fragile, as though they could shatter at any moment.
James finally broke the silence, his voice bitter. "This is exactly what whoever did this wants. They're turning us against each other. And it's working."
"Or maybe," Alison said, her eyes darting between the others, "one of us is just better at lying than the rest."
The accusation hung in the air, unspoken yet understood. Each of them had a motive. Each of them had secrets. Micha's death had brought their darkest thoughts and fears to the surface, and now they were drowning in them.
Amber stood abruptly, her hands trembling. "I can't do this anymore. I need space." She grabbed her coat and left the room without another word.
"Great," Kyro muttered, slumping back in his chair. "This is exactly what we need—everyone splitting up."
James stood as well, his expression guarded. "Maybe space isn't such a bad idea. We're not going to get anywhere like this." He left without looking back, leaving Kyro and Alison alone.
Alison looked at Kyro, her eyes weary. "Do you think they…"
Kyro shrugged, his voice hollow. "I don't know what to think anymore." He stood and walked to the door. "Just… take care of yourself, Alison."
As he left, Alison sank onto the bed, her head in her hands. The group that had once been her lifeline now felt like a noose tightening around her neck. She had no idea who to trust anymore—or if she could even trust herself.
The days that followed were a blur of isolation and unease. Amber avoided everyone, retreating into her art studio. James threw himself into his workouts, using the gym as an escape. Kyro spent hours in the library, pouring over old case studies in a futile attempt to distract himself. And Alison? She stayed in her dorm, haunted by the growing suspicion that one of her friends was hiding something… something deadly.
But who? And why? The questions loomed over them all, unspoken yet ever-present, as their friendships crumbled under the weight of mistrust. Micha's killer had not just taken her life; they had destroyed everything she had been a part of.
And somewhere in the shadows, the real murderer watched, satisfied as the group unraveled, knowing their plan was working perfectly.