“You’ve got the wrong guy!” he shouted, dazed and confused.
“But all the evidence points to you! Which means you must be the culprit.” Zachary said. Pointing an accusing finger in Ethan’s direction.
“But.. But it couldn’t be me!” He said desperate as his friends looked at him in disgust.
“PLEASE!” He cried. But it was too late everyone had seen through his facade. He was the killer.
He woke up ...
