The moonlight shined on the already illuminated and newly tarmacced road. Luckily there were no working surveillance cameras on this street; they had been cut off last night when the massive bolt of lighting mutilated the mast from which power was emitted.

The body led lifeless in the priceless carpet that Mary had once lucked out and found at a car boot sale in Connecticut whilst on holiday there in 2012: “i’m sure this will come in handy one day when I need it most”, she thought to herself as she handed over the measly £20 note; she was thinking something more along the lines of selling it when her future kids needed college tuition or their first car - however, fast forward 5 years and here she was - ironically with 4 other law students - carrying a body in the exact same rug. It was saturated in blood. Dripping with what once represented life.

The 5 law students collectively burned the body, so as to destroy any evidence (this was an informal joke or tip that was mentioned in their law class ran by professor Analease Keating, whom’s dead husband was now suffering in fire, blood, and anguish).

A phone buzzed. The students checked their pockets frantically - with sweat dripping from their foreheads. Once they finally discovered that it was their victims phone - they hesitated to read it, but upon deliberation decided they had to. “Depending on which side you’re on, karma can be a beautiful thing - A”. To any normal murderer, this would be frightening - but to law students, this was perfect timing. If any evidence was left behind by them, then the seemingly anonymous sender of this text was a perfect key suspect to introduce in place of themselves. They poured more gasoline on to the fire, like adding unnecessarily to the damage they had already caused - then fled.