Sienna's POV

I packed my stuffs in my bag, leaving the center room, when something fell from my desk. I bent down and picked it up.

“A paper?” I muttered, confused, staring at the envelope in my hand.

I opened it, and saw a picture inside. The moment I turned the image to myself, I froze.

It was the image of the boy that was pushed off the cliff.

The same exact image of him being in his pool of blood that was displayed on the screen three years ago.

My chest started rising and falling fast, ...