Chapter 210


    We all fell silent, our eyes glued to the screen.


    On the screen, Marissa walked to the edge of the rooftop, stopped by the railing.


    She paused and looked back, her expression shifting slightly.


    "What''s she looking at?" Janice eximed.


    "I don''t think she’s looking," I shook my head, noting Marissa''s nce back.


    I quickly paused the video, zooming in on her face. A faint smile graced her beautiful features. For a


    moment, I felt as if she was looking through the screen at me, smirking with a wicked delight.


    My heart raced, an involuntary shiver of dread ran down my spine.


    The next second, I resumed the video. Marissa had already climbed over the railing.


    Standing at the edge of the rooftop under the dim light, her white nightgown stood out sharply. Without


    hesitation, she stepped forward, arms spread wide.


    My hand instinctively shook in response.


    Yes, she stepped forward, walking, instead of jumping, into the void as if it was solid ground. The white


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    figure plummeted downwards, disappearing from the screen.


    "Holy moly..." Janice gasped.


    My heart pounded as the figure vanished from the screen.


    To be honest, I hated Marissa to the point that every cell in my body screamed at me to tear her apart.


    Yet, seeing her disappear silently, knowing she was gone, I felt an odd mix of emotions. Was it relief?


    Regret? Or frustration that I couldn''t punish her properly? Regardless, it left a bitter taste in my mouth.


    I rewound the video, pausing on her final smirk.


    Janice quickly looked away, warning me, "Stop watching, you''ll have nightmares! This is too creepy!"


    I internally scoffed. I''ve had my share of nightmares already. The creepiest part wasn''t Marissa''s smirk.


    Her wicked smile made me wonder, was she under the influence of a hallucinogen? She seemed too


    lucid for that.


    Logan took my phone, nced at the paused screen, and mumbled, "Actually, what baffles me is, how


    the hallucinogens got in her system?"


    "What do you mean?" I asked, looking at Logan in disbelief.


    Logan exined, "Because, from the time the police took her from your house to her death was 5


    hours and 45 minutes. It took 25 minutes for the police car to reach the station, and less than 10


    minutes to put her in the interview room. She was left alone for an hour and 20 minutes."


    "Why was she left alone?" I asked.


    "The police hoped to get some information from her, so they watched her covertly," Logan exined.


    Images from the TV show came to my mind with people being locked in and the police outside


    watching every move of the people inside through the big ss.


    I nodded, understanding.


    "Then an officer talked to her for 45 minutes. After that, she was driven home and never left her


    apartment again.


    No one visited her during that time. No phone calls. No messages. Then you saw what happened on


    the surveince footage. She just walked off the roof. Where did the drugse from?" Logan spread


    his hands.


    We all exchanged nces.


    "What if she did it herself?" I guessed, looking over at Logan.


    Logan shook his head, "Unlikely. No one faces their death that calmly. Someone definitely drugged


    her."


    We all fell silent, a chill running down our spines. Who could have drugged Marissa?