The body was curled up in a narrow pit, the clothing long decayed and fused with the soil into dark, tattered scraps.
My limbs were twisted at grotesque angles, teeth flashing white in the dirt.
In my mouth, I still clamped down on a piece of rotten fabric—proof of the agony I endured in my final moment.
The dead no longer feel pain.
Yet whenever I remembered the moment three years ago when I was brutally slaughtered, my soul trembled in the air.
“Who is it?”
“So terrifying!”
“Oh my God, we’ve been running on this track every day—and a corpse was buried underneath us? I’ll have nightmares tonight!”
Police officers, forensic pathologists, and crime scene investigators quickly arrived.
They set up a cordon, keeping away the curious crowd.
Wearing gloves, they searched carefully for evidence around the remains.
The Dean of Academic Affairs and the Head of Campus Security also rushed over, questioned by the officers.
The coroner’s initial judgment: the body belonged to a young woman, deceased for about three years.
“Has anyone gone missing at your university in the past few years?”
“Including female faculty or students?”
The two administrators exchanged nervous glances.
“N-no… not that I know of…”