A fellow student at my university was murdered, right there in the classroom. He lay face down beside the lectern, a knife wound in his lower right back. Blood spread around him, as if someone were smearing a blurry oil painting.
Until then, it had never occurred to me that a real murder case could happen right beside me. Nor had I ever considered that something so shocking could be so closely connected to me.
But the truth was, it had happened.
And what came next was even more shocking.
Just two days after the murder, rumors began circulating around campus that I was the killer. I was also the main focus of the police investigation. Worse still, I really did have the clearest motive and the closest connection to the case.
In a daze, I realized there was someone at school who hated me and was constantly drawing me into the vortex of the murder investigation. This was also the person relentlessly spreading the claim that I was the killer.
Who was this person? And why did they hate me so much?
All events and characters in this novel are fictional.
