“Can we talk?” she said, taking me to the far-empty corner.
“I think it’s that woman, the woman I saw in my room that night.” She sounds confident. “she was hanging on the ceiling and bleeding from almost anywhere I could see. It is her. It must be her. I should see her.”
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Rena and Cat were back at her room’s doorstep, there were still many, but some were just backup for the police detective to work. It was sealed, forensics was called to lift the fingerprints and DNA. The blood was all over the room, the poor girl’s blood. The rope was still hanging from the ceiling. It must be some psycho’s doing. Anyone in their human mind and right-thinking won’t dare to do this to someone. It was gruesome, being a doctor and surrounded by blood, disease, and wounds all year despite that, it was ba
