“Will you help me, Luna? Please,” the lady asks, but I'm too stunned to respond. My tears fill my eyes as the hurt of the death of these men becomes fresh in my heart. I try to make sense of the information, and why anyone will take the life of others just to make someone else unhappy.

“What’s your name?” Melissa asks the lady.

“Muna.”

“Alright, Muna. Get us every piece of evidence needed. With how unfitted this uniform is on you, I know you don’t belong in this mansion but you had to sneak your way in. I understand the risk. I will try to make your next access...