Chapter 6
Genevieve’s POV
While I was there in complete confusion, the roar of the crowd’s hatred suddenly made something click in my mind.
My eyes widened in panic. I thrashed against the officers‘ grip and shouted desperately, “No! You can’t take me to the police station! I’m this year’s top scorer! I’m sure this is exactly what the real killer planned! They set me up and made you think I’m the murderer so that, under all this public hatred, I’d take my own life! If you take me in now, I’ll die there. That’s their plan for me!”
Every top scorer before me had their own tragic ending.
Hanging, drowning, jumping off buildings, and slitting their wrists.N
The higher the score, the worse the death.N
And since mine was a perfect score, my death was meant to be public humiliation, a complete fall from grace. A suicide soaked in disgrace, where I die with the world cursing my name.
That was the trap they laid for me.
As that horrifying truth sank in, my body started shaking uncontrollably. My hands and my breath trembled.
I wasn’t afraid of dying.
But I couldn’t die like this.
Not without avenging my sister.
Not without exposing the truth.
Not without bringing the real murderer to justice.
I had to survive.
Captain Shelton then looked at me, his brow furrowed. In a deep voice, he said, “The evidence was collected a year ago. Who would go that far to set you up that early? How could anyone possibly know a year in advance that you’d be this year’s top scorer? Instead of trying to stir up fear with wild theories, maybe you should think about how to confess.“W
He didn’t believe me.
And before I could speak again, he forced me into the police car and locked me in a detention cell.
I sat there, completely lost.
For the first time, real fear crept into my chest.
Who was behind this?
Why would someone go to such lengths, planting evidence a year ago, all to frame me?
Did they really know I’d be the top scorer this year?
And if they’ve been targeting top scorers all along, what’s the point? Why are they doing this?
Also, in my sister’s final moments, she was clutching a suicide note. Who possibly wrote it?
And what about my mom? Why did she show up in my livestream wearing a mask, pretending to kill me? Was she really trying to take the blame for me?
What the hell is going on?
The more I thought, the more questions I had. It felt like I was trapped in a maze with no way out.M
Something was definitely wrong here.
But I couldn’t figure out what.
So I forced myself to think about everything. Every strange moment from the past few years, anything I’d overlooked.
I sat there for what felt like hours, digging through every memory.
And then, suddenly, it hit me.”
A wild, terrifying theory flashed through my mind.W
My breath caught in my throat, and I could barely breathe.
Because if I was right, if my guess was even close to the truth, then I wasn’t going to survive today.
No. I had to act.M
I had to save myself.
With that thought, a flash of determination burned through me.
I raised my hand slowly, eyes locked on the pulse in my wrist. And without hesitation, I sank my teeth into it.
Pain exploded through my arm.
The taste of blood filled my mouth instantly.
Warm liquid flowed freely from the wound, and it didn’t stop.
As such, I collapsed to the side, growing weaker with each second.
The guards panicked, and Captain Shelton rushed in.
Seeing my situation, his face darkened. He immediately called for an ambulance and had me rushed to the hospital.
