"The lady from the replay framed him," Anita said, her voice steady but calm, standing tall despite the tension in the air.
The entire room froze.
Everyone turned to look at her, the small white-haired girl whose words now challenged everything that had just been said. Her glasses caught the light, hiding her eyes, but her voice didn't waver.
Across the room, Nellyx's expression shifted. Her sharp eyes narrowed, lips curling into a smirk of disbelief.
"That's not possible," she said, pointing to Kieran. "Because this young man here also killed her."
Her words dropped like a stone in a still lake. The weight behind them was heavy—accusatory and sharp.
Kieran didn't flinch, but he felt the weight of every stare turning back to him.
"I ran a full diagnostic of the school grounds," Nellyx continued, her tone clipped and precise. "I triple-checked everything to make sure I didn't miss a thing."
