“What brings you here, Miss Jung?”

“I’m a student at the women’s college. A freshman. Four years ago, a girl died, falling from the roof of our literature building. Two years ago, another girl did. This year,” her voice wavers, “it was my best friend. They were all popular and beautiful girls. Hyejin did not kill herself!”

“Are police investigating?”

“Not anymore. They said it was suicide, like the others.” Sehun pushes the tissue box across his desk; Wheein grabs a few and blows her nose. “I don’t believe it, but if...but if it is true, I want to know for certain. The police barely did anything. I talked with Hyejin’s parents, and we all agree that she would never have killed herself, but we just want to know for sure, whatever the reason, why she’s dead.”

“It is very possible, Miss Jung, that these are willful deaths. Student life is difficult, and young women are even more susceptible to pressures of society. I have no clues or conclusions right now, but I ask that you do not close yourself to any possibilities.”

Wheein sniffles and sighs. “Alright...”

“Tell me everything you can about the deaths.”