Madeline widened her eyes, her hands trembling as she checked for Brittany’s breath and pulse, but she could not feel anything. Brittany’s body had no warmth to it at all and had even hardened a little.

Madeline’s mind was blank as she started to have a nervous breakdown. She was completely clueless as to what happened after she fainted, so it was impossible she would know what the knife was doing in her hand.

Just as she was about to stand up, she heard police sirens in the distance. Looking at the police who got off the car, a cold shiver went down her spine.

She did not expect to pay a visit to a detention center once again. It was a familiar scene, with undeniable evidence in front of her to counter anything she would say.

The fingerprints on the knife were only Madeline’s and they managed to find traces of Brittany’s skin on the back of her hand, which proved that Brittany did have a struggle against her before she died.

Madeline did not know how she had any bodily contact w