When I judged the timing was right, I made a leap but caught the railing with my foot at the crucial moment, while Bern fell straight down.

My parents happened to return home just then. I acted traumatized, sitting on the ground crying hysterically.

They rushed over asking what happened, and I naturally blamed everything on Bern.

Tina conveniently produced the evidence of Bern's secret photos of me. Everyone believed that Bern had been obsessively photographing me and had even broken into my home to assault me. When he heard the door opening, he panicked and tried to jump back to his balcony but fell to his death.

Since Bern was dead, and his wife showed genuine remorse, and I hadn't suffered any physical harm, my family decided not to pursue any legal action.

My parents only comforted me briefly, and life seemed to return to normal.

They never knew their sweet daughter's dark side - I became increasingly obsessed with seeking thrills, addicted to that rush of excitement.

But when the police showed up to investigate me for Bern's murder, I was completely stunned.

I thought I had planned everything perfectly - who could have discovered it?

Tina's face flashed through my mind. I frantically tried to find her, only to learn she had already left the country when the truth about Bern's death came to light.

Learning this, I laughed and cried hysterically - it was too late for regrets now.

Tina must have planned this ending from the moment she approached me.

How clever she was! She used the photos to fuel my hatred for Bern, used me to eliminate him, and then used this whole situation to destroy me.

She didn't even need to show her face to take care of everyone involved.

I finally understood that fate had already marked its price for everything in secret.

In my pursuit of what I thought was freedom, acting recklessly as I pleased, I ended up a prisoner, losing even my most basic freedom.