Chapter Five

As I entered the room and shut the door behind me, I glanced around to find nothing but disorder. Dirty clothes scattered on the carpet, a blanket hanging from a bunk bed, and stains on the wall greeted me. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, illuminating the chaos. A desk and a grandfather clock seemed to watch me with curiosity. The room emitted a faint, unpleasant odor, causing me to wrinkle my nose in distaste. I pondered the source of the smell as silence enveloped the room.

This room is a mess and smelled awful. When was the last time these young ladies cleaned up? I need to search for clues quickly and leave before I'm discovered.

I meticulously combed through the room, wary of any bugs that might come my way. Surprisingly, I encountered none so far, and the occupants of the room had not yet returned. Unfortunately, my search for clues proved fruitless.

I decided to inspect the bathroom and the closet next. While the bathroom was surprisingly spotless, the closet was in disarray, with clothes strewn across the floor. I sighed in disappointment.

So they prioritize cleaning the bathroom over the rest of the room and closet? Unbelievable. I should leave before they return and catch me snooping around.

I continued my search, only to be met with more disappointment. It was a relief that I didn't encounter any bugs, but the lack of evidence was disheartening.

It's time for to leave. It seems Annabelle may not be the culprit after all.

That was the moment I made the decision to exit the room. As I opened the door, I cautiously glanced outside to check if the occupants were around. To my relief, I spotted Annabelle and her roommate nearby, but I noticed myself walking down the hallway.

As I observed them, I began to wonder if they were returning to their dorm. I eventually left the dormitory and followed them, hoping they wouldn't come back right away. I needed to investigate if my roommate was responsible for everything. It would have been quite problematic if they were.

After some time, I saw them turn into another hallway and realized they had no intention of returning to their dorm at all. This brought a slight smile to my face before I entered their room. Once inside, I examined the space and noticed how impeccably clean it was.

There was nothing scattered on the floor, the beds were neatly made, and there was no food residue on the desk. Not only that, it even had a pleasant fragrance, like a floral scent. It was definitely a significant improvement compared to Annabelle's dorm room, that was for sure.

I reminded myself to diligently search for any clues from my roommate's side. And that's exactly what I did. Frustrated, I struggled to find any evidence in the room so far, until I spotted her pink diary with a heart shape in the center. I endeavored to seize it, however gotten an electric stun. "Ow! That hurts!"

To make matters worse, I overheard my former self and my roommate conversing as they approached the door. This filled me with fear, causing me to quickly divert my attention towards it. I needed to hide immediately before I was caught.

After quickly surveying my surroundings, I glanced under the bed and at the door one last time before swiftly hiding underneath. Shifting my gaze sideways, I hoped those women wouldn't check under the bed. I couldn't even fathom the consequences of being caught and getting into trouble.

I observed their entrance into the room and engaged in a casual conversation with each other regarding their day. While lying there, I eavesdropped on their discussion and refrained from bringing up any topics related to my investigation. As time passed, my impatience grew as I eagerly awaited their departure. My tolerance was diminishing rapidly. I was eager to uncover the contents of that diary once I managed to unlock it.

After they eventually exited the room at long last, I took the opportunity to rise from the bed and return to the diary. I examined it closely, contemplating a spell until the right one came to mind.

Extending my hand and closing my eyes, I began chanting the spell. A white light enveloped me, illuminating the room as I cast the spell on the diary. Upon opening my eyes, I cautiously reached out towards it, hoping for success.

Upon touching it, I felt no electric shock, and a smile of satisfaction crossed my face as I lifted it from the box. My magical spell had finally worked.

Noticing the absence of a lock, I decided to peruse its contents. I searched for any pertinent information about my roommate, any clues to her intentions, but unfortunately came up empty-handed. I combed through the entire diary with no success. It was yet another disappointment... it seemed my roommate was also not the culprit after all either.

With a heavy heart, I made my way back to my dormitory. After completing my homework, I sat by the window, staring out at the view, leaning against the wall. I attempted to focus on my suspect, but my mind drew a blank. Despite my mind urging me to let it go, I couldn't shake off the thoughts.

The culprit responsible for the murder was still at large, and it was imperative that I uncover her identity and her motive behind their actions. I needed to determine the specific day when I had interacted with the culprit, although I knew it had taken place in a classroom. However, I had to carefully consider the location where this encounter had occurred.

Letting out a sigh, it was unfortunate that I couldn't gather any information about the culprit's schedule. It seemed that I would have to resort to following them in order to uncover their identity. Additionally, I felt compelled to send them a warning message, putting an end to my own suffering.

Yet, amidst these thoughts, I couldn't help but wonder about the consequences of apprehending the murderer. Would I continue to exist in this world as Alissa? Or would I vanish and be transported elsewhere? If the latter were true, where would I end up?

These questions weighed heavily on my mind, especially considering the stories of reincarnation that I had heard prior to my untimely demise. I fervently hoped that I wouldn't be condemned to a desolate and dark existence. Such a fate would undoubtedly be a dreadful reincarnation.

Regardless, it was time for me to retire for the night and prepare for another day. I couldn't afford to be irritable or lacking in energy on my second day of school as Alissa, could I? Tomorrow, I hoped to uncover the identity of my murderer, or at the very least, I wished for them to appear at the library.