CHAPTER 4,5,6

CHAPTER 4: The First Questions

[Luna’s POV]

The police finally arrived.

Two officers. Not much fanfare, just serious faces, pens, notebooks.

I tried to calm my racing heart.

Officer 1: “Miss… you found the body?”

“Y-yes. I was leaving the library… and I… I saw it.”

Officer 2: “What time exactly did you arrive at the library today?”

“I… uh, I came around 4 p.m., I think. Spent hours there… lost track. Checked my watch… it was 10 p.m. when I left.”

Officer 1: “Were you alone the entire time?”

“Yeah. Um… I mean, no one else was around when I was reading.”

Officer 2: “Did you notice anything unusual while you were in the library?”

“Not really… just… the usual quiet. I mean, books, tables… nothing unusual until I left.”

Officer 1: “Did you touch anything in the classroom?”

“No! Absolutely not. I… I just… saw it. And froze.”

Officer 2: “How did the body look? Any visible injuries?”

“I… I mean, I couldn’t get too close. But… it looked… like someone was lying there. Not moving. I… I don’t know exactly. I’m not a doctor.”

Officer 1: “Did you see anyone enter or leave the library before you found the body?”

“No! I swear, no one. It was empty. I was alone the whole time.”

Officer 2: “Do you know the person?”

“No. I… I don’t think so. I’ve never seen them before.”

Officer 1: “Did you notice anything unusual about the doors or windows?”

“No… doors were closed like normal. Windows… nothing. Just… dark. And quiet. Too quiet.”

Officer 2: “Miss… do you remember anything else that might be important?”

“I… I felt… like someone was behind me. I don’t know if it was my imagination… but it felt real. And then I saw the classroom… and the body

CHAPTER 5: The Night After

[Luna’s POV]

By the time I got home it was past midnight.

The house was asleep — my parents, my sister, even the dog.

I slipped my shoes off, tiptoed in, holding my breath like I was sneaking into a crime scene.

No lights. Just the faint glow of the streetlamp bleeding through the window.

I shut my door softly. Locked it. Leaned against it, eyes closed.

“Okay… okay. Just breathe.”

But my mind didn’t stop.

Because of course it didn’t.

I study crime for a living — patterns, motives, suspects.

And now I’d literally stumbled into one.

My brain: What if the killer followed you? What if they know your name? What if they’re outside right now—

Me: Oh come on, Luna. Stop it. You’re fine. Nothing’s going to happen. Right?

My hands were shaking as I dumped my bag on the bed. My books spilled out, papers fluttering like weak alibis.

I paced.

Thought about the body. The smell. The silence.

Thought about the shadow behind me.

Then laughed at myself.

Laughed out loud, actually.

> “Girl. You are the main character. No one’s killing you yet.”

I pressed my palms against my eyes. Tried to calm the tremor in my chest.

Nothing was going to happen.

Absolutely nothing.

And yet… my window creaked. Just a little.

The night outside stayed heavy, watching.

CHAPTER 6: The Shadow in the Hall

[Luna’s POV]

2:47 a.m.

Thirst. That’s what woke me.

My throat felt dry, my head heavy.

The house was still. Too still.

Parents asleep. Whole street asleep.

I crept out of my room, barefoot.

The tiles felt cold under my feet as I padded to the kitchen.

Grabbed a glass. Filled it.

That’s when I saw it.

A shape.

Standing in the hall.

Black clothes from head to toe.

Still. Silent. Watching.

My heart stopped.

My brain screamed.

No. No. No. No.

I set the glass down without a sound.

My eyes darted to the counter — a pan. Heavy enough. My only weapon.

I grabbed it. Slowly.

Every step toward him felt like walking through water. My breath shallow.

One step. Two steps. Three steps.

Closer. Closer. My hands shaking, but grip tight.

> You’re okay. You’re fine. Main character, remember?

I raised the pan.

Ready.

And then—he moved.

He turned so fast I barely saw his face.

His hand shot out, catching my wrist mid‑swing.

A twist. Sharp, firm.

My breath caught as the pan clattered to the floor.

Before I could even scream, he pushed — not harsh, but quick — and my back hit the wall.

Not hard enough to hurt. Just enough to pin me there.

His face inches from mine now.

Dark eyes. Breath warm.

Danger.

And something else I couldn’t name.

I froze.

My pulse thundered.

The house stayed silent.

Only us.

Only this moment.

And then—

...TBC..

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