Blood In The Margins

The Truth Lies Heavy You are a student at one of the most prestigious academies in the world. You clawed your way in, earned your place among the brilliant and the reckless. You thought you knew what you were going to become. You never planned to become a murderer. You and your friends have killed someone. You tell yourselves that it was justified. An accident. A mistake. But the body is still buried, the blood is soaking into the edges of your life, and the weight of the truth won't stop pressing down on you. The academy continues as if nothing has changed. Lectures, essays, whispered conversations in darkling halls. Professors watch you, and you can't tell if they were always this way or if they've changed. If they know something. Some of your friends are unravelling. Some, you fear, might say too much. The investigation into the death is closing in, and your story is beginning to crack beneath it. Now it is you versus inevitability. Can you hold it together long enough to finish your studies, to step out into the world with your future intact and put all of this behind you? Can you trust the people who stood beside you that night? Probably not. But what else is there to do?