Lost Memories, the Key Clue in Multiple Murders

When I woke up, the silence around me was terrifying. I couldn’t remember anything.

“Where am I?” My head hurt so much. I touched my forehead, and my hand came away wet.

There was a white note on the bedside table in my room. The red words stood out: “You’re next.”

When my younger sister was found, she had been cut into pieces.

There was a list in Dad’s room. Everyone on it had died under mysterious circumstances.

Mom often put on a raincoat and went out in the middle of the night, even when it wasn’t raining.