Shades of Night Who was it?

In Her Room

(Emma's thoughts):** As Emma navigated through the bustling streets in the light of day, a heavy fog clouded her mind. Flashes of fragmented memories danced at the edges of her consciousness, teasing her with glimpses of a night she couldn't quite piece together. Stepping inside, the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped her senses, grounding her in the present moment.

As she settled into a cozy corner of the café, the warm cup cradled in her hands, Emma knew that unraveling the mysteries of the night would require courage, introspection, and perhaps a leap of faith into the unknown.

Barista

"Welcome! What can I get for you today?"

Emma Milstone

*smiling faintly, seeking solace in the simple routine of ordering her favorite brew.* "A latte, please. And perhaps a moment of peace amidst the chaos."

A FEW MOMENT LATER

** Just as Emma sat lost in her thoughts, her friends Sarah and Mark entered the café with somber expressions etched on their faces. Their presence was a jolt back to reality, a reminder that the events of the previous night held more weight than Emma had realized

Sarah

**Sarah:** *voice filled with concern* "Emma, I'm so sorry to have to tell you this... But the two men from last night, the ones you encountered on the street, they're... they're dead."

Mark

** *eyes reflecting a mixture of sadness and disbelief* "It seems they were involved in some kind of altercation that turned fatal. The authorities are investigating, but it's a tragic turn of events."

Emma Milstone

** *struggling to process the news, her mind reeling with unanswered questions* "Dead... But how? What happened to them? And what does this mean for me?"

Sarah

** *placing a reassuring hand on Emma's trembling one* "We don't have all the details yet, but it seems like a case of self-defense gone wrong. The person who helped you that night, the one whose face you couldn't quite remember... he's involved in this somehow."

** Emma's mind raced as she tried to piece together the fragments of memory that flickered in the recesses of her consciousness. The fleeting image of the mysterious stranger who had come to her aid swirled amidst the chaos of emotions that gripped her heart.

Emma Milstone

:** *whispering to herself* "The guy who helped me... It's still not clear. Was he involved in what happened to those men? Could he have... done something to them?"

Mark

** *sensing Emma's inner turmoil, his voice gentle and understanding* "Emma, we'll figure this out together. We'll support you every step of the way. The truth will come to light, and we'll make sense of all this confusion."

Emma Milstone

......** Silent **