Disclaimer: Not every process described below is accurate. Everything is purely fictional.

She can’t believe what she just saw. It was a murder, a cruel one. She’s not sure of her eyes anymore. Is she really seeing what she’s seeing, or is she just seeing things?

She sat up and hugged her knees, crying to herself. Mumbling, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry... I was too late… I’m sorry.”

Leal flinched at the sound of the elevator from afar. She looked up and fearfully waited for the ...