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"Hey!!" Collette glared daggers at the girl In front of her grabbed her arm, roughly, pulling her around to look at her.

"That was meant to be my role!! I should be lead dancer!!" Collette said, furiously.

The other girl, Manon, smiled awkwardly at Collette.

"uhmm? No, I was picked??"

"I'm the best dancer!! Not you!!!" Collette yelled, shoving the girl.

"Hey!" Manon yelped.

Collette pushed her again, hard and she fell... fell right down the steep concrete steps, her head making sickening thumping sounds as it hit the stone multiple times and she descended.

Collette was stunned. She surely hadn't killed Manon? Had she??

She rushed down the stairs, and looked at the body, blood leaking from a head wound.

The girls face was badly bruised, and Collette cried out when she saw the damage she had done.

She looked at her hands. No blood on them. There should be blood on them.

She leant down and put her hands in the blood.

Murder. Murder. Murderer...

"Collette!!" Her cousin, June, ran round the corner, screaming as he saw the body.

Collette woke up, covered in sweat, screaming.

"Collette!??" June her roomate and cousin exclaimed, in a worried tone as he ran in, and hugged her.

"I had the dream again. The girl. The dead girl... oh, June, I- I didn't mean too!! I didn't mean to hurt her" she sobbed.

June was the only one who ever saw her soft side. Most the time she was always so angry...

"hey, come on... it's okay... it's been 5 years... it was an accident, I know" he said, trying to comfort her. "Don't think it about it... Tomorrow we are going to England remember? To go to that escape room everyone has been talking so much about, right?"

"yeah..."

1 and a half years before the actual storyline takes place. From Hana's perspective (main character)

I was walking down the rainy city street, on my way home, my mother just In front of me, walking quickly, her heeled boots splashing water on my tights.

The city was so beautiful at night. If only I was allowed out by myself. I was nearly 19 years of age but I have been strictly forbidden from going out alone.

Then I spotted her.

A girl with red was sat in leant up in a doorway, asleep. She looked roughly around my age, with an eyebrow piercing and a tattered blue hoodie. I felt bad for her so I stopped and walked over to her. I leant down and placed my umbrella over her.

"Hana!!" My mother called