The Blind Side

To escape late-night seminars and mandatory study halls, I forged a medical record claiming I had night blindness.

Everyone believed that once the lights went down, I was effectively blind.

Then, one night, a murder occurred in my dorm hallway.

When the killer was dragging the body at the dark end of the corridor, I was standing right at the other end.

He saw me, but he didn't panic.

Because he knew me, and he thought I couldn’t see him.

Right before my eyes, he calmly dragged the body away and cleaned up the blood.