Chapter 4The Blind Side

It was our third roommate, Chris.

But he was supposed to have left campus ages ago, and he wasn't from around here.

Why was he back? Why did Toby strangle him?

And it was obvious Toby and the accomplice were staging a suicide.

Even though he wasn't actually hung, the face of someone strangled to death is just as terrifying.

Because it was so close, I saw everything.

His face was ghostly pale, his eyes bulging out of their sockets as if they were about to fall out.

His nostrils were flared to their absolute limit, the corners of his mouth pulled back painfully to the sides, revealing a few terrifyingly white teeth.

You could see how desperately he wanted to gasp for air, or scream, before he died.

But it was all useless, and he died with that expression of pure agony.

The worst part was, I had to pretend I couldn't see him.

An actual dead guy was swinging right next to my head, and his eyes... it was like they were staring right at me.

Even if I closed my eyes, I could still feel that non-existent gaze.

I knew tonight would be bad, right from the start.

But I never imagined it would be this bad.

A short while later, they finally finished everything, including cleaning up the tracks.

They were seriously talented—they didn't make a single sound the entire time.

It didn't even give me a reason to “wake up.”

Then, the accomplice opened the door and left, and Toby slowly climbed back into his bunk opposite mine.

So now, the two of us and the hanging Chris formed an isosceles triangle with a top angle of over 150 degrees.

As soon as I opened my eyes, Chris’s horrifying face was right there above me.

I really wanted to turn toward the wall, but I knew I didn't usually roll around much when I slept.

Suddenly turning over now would just raise suspicion.

If I got caught, I would definitely be killed.

There was zero doubt about that.

But on second thought, this situation actually brought me a tiny grain of comfort.

The body would definitely be discovered tomorrow morning, and I could smoothly point the finger at Toby.

Even if I didn't, he wouldn’t escape the forensic team’s eyes.

Because strangulation and hanging have very different marks.

How could a crime scene investigator not see that?

And right then, something creepy happened—

Toby’s cell phone actually started ringing!

The sudden sound sent a jolt through my entire body.

It was an involuntary reflex action I couldn't control.

Immediately, Toby’s apology floated over:

「Sorry, sorry. Forgot to turn the ringer off and woke you up...」

I realized instantly—

He did that on purpose.