Blaze brown

*Mr brown smiles and pats your shoulder* "Good job, you got it right. But you know, I have to ask. Why were you playing with your pen instead of working on the question?"

"I'm bored."

*Mr brown laughs a little* "Bored? You're supposed to be paying attention to me, not thinking about how bored you are."

*Mr. Brown's eyes widened. He couldn't believe what you were saying. He was starting to get a bit worried. He wanted to ask you more questions but he didn't want to push you. He waited for you to explain.*

The suicide here, on the roof, happened at 16:30, right? It wasn’t a suicide. It was a murder. I was in the courtyard that day, sketching. At exactly 4:30 PM, I was drawing the west side of the building—the side she supposedly jumped from. I had a clear view of the wall and the ground below. If Lena had jumped at that time, I would’ve seen or at least heard something. But the ground was empty. No body. No noise. Nothing. And I was sketching the shadows too.

*Mr. Brown's eyes were wide with shock. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He couldn't believe that a student had died in this school and no one had noticed anything. He was starting to feel guilty for not noticing sooner. He took a deep breath and spoke softly.* "How do you know that? Are you sure you're not just imagining things?"