Chapter 0517 L’s POV The walk from Enzo’s faculty house to the student lounge felt like an eternity long. Headmaster Prescott and the police thought it was a good idea to have a gamma warrior escort me; I quickly suggested that it was to be Alex who escorted me because he was the only gamma warrior who knew where I was.


    Of course, I didn’t tell them thest part.


    I''just told them I felt morefortable with a gamma that I knew well, and that Alex was the closest one I had at this school. Headmaster Prescott thankfully didn’t argue.


    Alex was at the door to Enzo’s house within 15 minutes. He didn’t look pleased to have to sneak over to the faculty housing and escort me to the student lounge, but I also wasn’t pleased to need an escort.


    I wished Enzo coulde with me, but I knew that he couldn’t.


    I hugged him and kissed him goodbye before heading outside with Alex. He walked behind me while we went across the campus. I held my head down, feeling like aplete criminal even though I didn’t do anything wrong.


    But I couldn’t help the knot that kept tightening in my stomach. They were going to be questioning me; I just hoped Enzo didn’t get brought up during this questioning. I’m not sure I''d be able to lie my way around my rtionship with him.


    It was weird walking across an empty campus. It was like aplete ghost town; it was depressing and unlike the school that I havee to know and love so dearly. Only a few gamma warriors patrolled the campus and when they looked at me, I saw a look of utter disapproval, like they had already convicted me of this crime.


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    After what felt like a lifetime, we reached the student lounge. It didn’t even look like it was open; typically, there would be lights on the door and in the windows; they were light-up signs that brought color and life to the lounge. But they were all turned off; it was dreary.


    Alex was the one who opened the door for me and when I stepped inside, I saw that there were only a few lights on and it waspletely quiet. A few cops were sitting at one of the tables and a man wasn’t wearing a cop’s uniform, but he was seated next to Headmaster Prescott, and they were murmuring to one another, looking over some notes it appeared.


    They both paused and looked at me though as I walked into the lounge and toward them. The couple of copies that sat at a table beside one another were also looking up from their tablets to almost re at me.


    A chill went down my spine and I had to


    I stifle a shiver.


    As I got further into the room, Headmaster Prescott stood to her feet and gave me a kind smile while motioning to the seat in front of the table she sat at with that strange gentleman.


    “L, this is Detective Sanchez,” she introduced.


    I forced a smile, hoping that it didn’t seem too forced.


    “Hello,” I managed to say as I walked toward the waiting seat.“I just wanted to be clear, you are not in trouble,” Prescott said, lowering herself into her seat as she eyed me carefully. “The Detective just wants to ask some questions.” “It’s the procedure,” Detective Sanchez said, agreeing. He didn’t sound angry, just busy. He didn’t bother looking at me; he was ring at his notes.


    “I know this is a lot to take in and we


    would like to go as gentle as possible,” Prescott said softly, but she nced at the detective while she said thatst part.


    He only grunted in response, making her press her lips firmly in a disapproving manner.


    “L is your name?” The detective asked, finally looking at me.


    I nodded my head once.


    “Yes, sir,” I answered, d that my voice came out strong.


    “T have here that you are the president of the studentmittee.” “She was just voted the president recently,” Prescott answered before I could.


    This resulted in an annoyed grunt as the detective red at her.


    “I can get through this a lot quicker if you allow me to do my job without


    interruption,” he said through his teeth.


    “I need to hear the answers from the person in question.” She looked like she wanted to protest, but then closed her mouth and leaned back in her seat. Annoyance was clear on her face, but I tried not to pay attention to her.


    The detective turned back to me, narrowing his eyes, waiting for my response.


    “Yes, sir,” I answered. “As of recently, I am the president of the studentmittee.” “And how''s that going for you?” I was surprised by the question; I raised my brows at him. He just looked at me curiously, as if he genuinely wanted to know the answer.


    “It’s going fine,” I told him. “I had my first meeting yesterday and it went well.


    Until afterwards...” My voice trailed off as I remembered the events that unfolded after themittee meeting.


    The detective looked intrigued as he leaned across the table and closer toward me.


    “And what happened afterward?” I looked at him pointedly.


    “I saw the cops and overheard them talking about a girl that died,” I said in a breath without missing a beat.