OCTAVIA POV

I walk into the police station, my heart still racing from the news I received earlier. I'm greeted by Officer James, who leads me to a quiet room in the back.

"Luna Octavia, I'm so sorry......" he says, his expression somber but I cut in feeling a surge of anger and frustration. How could this have happened? I was just talking to him a few hours ago.

"How did it happen?" I demand, trying to keep my voice steady.

"We're not entirely sure yet," Officer James says. "But it looks like he was murdered. We're investigating now."

I take a deep breath, trying to process the news. This...