anic surged through me, and unsure of what to do, I sent Tyler out. I told him to warn Marcus and hand over the remaining memory cards to avoid making things worse.

After dealing with that, I wanted to talk to Sarah, but I found out she wasn’t in her office.

When I asked around, I learned that she had taken the day off and wasn’t at school.

Since I’d been to her place a few times before, I took a cab straight there, but after knocking for several minutes, there was no answer.

It wasn’t until a short, stout old lady who introduced herself as the landlord came upstairs, annoyed by the noise, that I got a key.

Though the old lady was small in stature, her voice was full of energy. “What does your friend do for a living?! She was drinking and going crazy again last night, crying and screaming in the middle of the night. If she does this again, I won’t renew her lease!”

I didn’t have the heart to tell her that Sarah was a teacher, so I softened my tone and apologized. Only then did she hand me the key.

The moment I opened the door, I saw dozens of empty bottles strewn across the floor, and Sarah was lying on the couch, with about a dozen white pills scattered beside her.

My heart immediately jumped into my throat, and I rushed over to her. When I touched her, her skin was ice cold.

Suddenly, there was a loud scream. I didn’t even notice when the old lady had followed me in. Seeing Sarah lying there, she ran over in a panic, yelling, “Don’t die in my apartment!”

I wasn’t sure if it was her words that cut through me or the shock of Sarah’s condition, but a surge of immense courage welled up inside me. I abruptly shoved the old lady aside. “Get out!”

The old lady muttered under her breath as she stormed out, but I didn’t have the energy to respond. I quickly leaned down and checked for Sarah’s breathing.

Thank goodness, though faint, she was still alive...