When Derek heard me mention the "beauty," his eyes lit up, fear receding slightly.
"Just you wait! She'll be here!"
I didn't argue. I simply stood my ground, watching the show.
Moments later, the click of heels echoed against tile. A crisp, feminine voice called out.
"Hello? Is something burning down here?"
I looked toward the sound.
The newcomer had delicate features and an innocent expression. Pretty, certainly.
But I knew one thing for a fact: she was definitely not a student in the Forensic Science Department.
At the sound of a voice, Derek Finch screamed toward the doorway.
"I'm here! Save me! Hurry!"
His voice cracked, shrill and pathetic—a far cry from the cold, ruthless man who had watched me die on New Year's Eve.
The girl recoiled, startled by the sudden shout. Seeing a figure amidst the flames, her face twisted in distress. "How are you even in there? The fire... it's too big. I..."
"I'm stuck!" Sweat streamed down Derek's face, stinging his eyes as panic took hold. "Get me out! You have to find a way!"