1 Prologue: Interview room

The room had dull pale walls with the same dull floor to accompany it. There was a singular bulb dangling from the ceiling letting off fluorescent illumination. Under the light, there is a lone table accompanied by two of the same chairs. The air had a tense mood that sent the occasional shiver down the spine of the individual sat in one of the twin chairs. They had been sat on one of the chairs twirling a strand of their hair in a comforting motion to distract themselves from what they had witnessed that day. Their screams caged in her mind.

Swiftly the door swung open casting away previous thoughts and allowing entry for two officers. One sat on the chair opposite the girl while the other stood on one side of the room with a note pad and pen with a few pieces of paper that seemed like documents in their hand. The officer across from the girl placed down a recorder on the chilling table which made a light tapping sound which was enough to put the girl on edge. The officer in front of the girl glanced at her appearance as if checking she was the right one.

"You are Sarah Corell correct?" The girl seemed to tense up at the destruction of the long lost silence that kept the room at what seemed to be peace, her face becoming pale.

"Y-yes, " that was the first word she had spoken since the incident, a clear tremor of fear being held within her voice.

"You were Willow Fleur's roommate, correct?" All Sarah could respond with a hesitant nod, her body not being able to relax from the blown trauma that would cause permanent damage.

A sigh filled with stress and tiredness left the officer standing against the wall, "We want to know everything you know about Miss Fleur, from how you know her to what happened to lead up to Tuesday's events." As the officer said this, they placed the pieces of paper that they were holding onto the table. It's contents filled with the intelligence of Willow Fleur. It had the information on her date of birth to where she came from and where she lived or used to live at the time. To accompany the information on the front page was a photo of the lost girl.

Distracting Sarah from her thoughts the officer reached for the record button on the recorder, pressing down lightly until a light click was heard.

"You may begin...."