Chapter 7

Zoran sat on the ground, distraught and broken. The stench from the corpse was so overwhelming that neighbors had called the police.

When the officers arrived, they found Zoran curled up in a corner, utterly dejected.

He kept mumbling, "This can't be happening!"

The police noticed the blood on the floor, then looked at Zoran. Not fully understanding the situation, they had no choice but to take him into custody.

Zoran didn't resist. His eyes were vacant, as if his soul had left his body. He allowed the police to lead him away without a fight.

In the interrogation room, Zoran sat with his head bowed, seemingly still unable to process the fact of my death. He silently nodded to every question the police asked.

Left with no other option, the police searched my room. They found my phone and the hidden camera I had placed on top of the bookshelf.