
"Mona!" I yelled, breathing heavily. "Mona! Where are you?" I kept on yelling for her. I was running up and down in the house, looking for her. Where was she? Is she okay? I remember receiving a phone call from her, saying that she needs help and that she thinks someone might've broke into the house before I heard her screaming. In arginy. In my heart, I knew that I might find her in danger or wirse- dead. She was my priority, I shouldn't have left her all alone. When I found Mona, my heart stopped~
Mystery of her death, something that we're asking ourselves today. How did she die? Who killed her? Where's her body? What happened? The police thought that I killed her, because they saw blood on my hands. Little did they know that I was innocent.

