The room buzzed with scattered conversations,and papers all over the floor. For a moment, the investigation seemed far away—like they were just regular university girls gossiping and planning their next hangout.
Hazel was casually braiding Evelyn's hair while Riley was tossing gummy bears into Autumn's mouth, missing half of them. Scarlett sat cross-legged on the floor scrolling through her phone, humming an upbeat tune.
Then Lemon—sitting quietly on the edge of her bed, deep in thought—broke the mood.
"There were six of them… and four are already dead," she said, staring at the yearbook they had borrowed from Daniel.
The room froze. All heads turned to her.
"One disappeared," she continued, "and one—Laven—is left."
Evelyn blinked. "Wait… you're saying the next might be Laven?"
"That's what it looks like," Lemon said, her voice quiet but steady.
Hazel sat up straight. "Then we need to contact her. Warn her or ask her what she knows before it's too late."
For the next thirty minutes, they all huddled together, phones in hand, searching social media, old alumni pages, school archives—anything that might lead to Laven Monroe.
Finally, Riley let out a soft gasp. "I think… I found her. Laven Monroe."
"Send the link!" Autumn said, rushing to Riley's side.
Everyone gathered again, staring at the profile picture—a sharp-looking girl with bold eyeliner, an arched brow, and a subtle smirk. Her vibe screamed "untouchable."
"I'm telling you," Riley said, "Leon literally said she was a mean girl. You think she's gonna reply to any of us?"
Scarlett nodded. "Right? Mean girls don't talk unless they want something—and it's not gonna be us."
Lemon stared at the screen. "Yeah… they won't reply to girls. But they do reply to guys."
Scarlett narrowed her eyes. "Wait. Are you thinking about Leon?"
"What? No!" Lemon's ears turned pink. "She knows Leon. It won't work.
"Then what are you gonna do?" Autumn asked.
Lemon tilted her head and gave a small smirk.
Fake profile.
The room burst into chaos.
Evelyn leaned closer, "What! Fake profile!! Of a guy!!".
Hazel gasped. "You're insane."
Riley laughed. "This is literally a spy movie now."
Scarlett grinned. "Wait, I have a perfect guy pic we can use."
Evelyn clapped. "Lemon, you're our criminal mastermind."
Lemon's eyes gleamed with determination as she reached for her phone. "We'll create a profile. Make it seem real. Laven has to reply… before it's too late."