Jenna Remington: Biting nails. I-I-I swear, D-Detective. I didn't dooo it. I mean, how could I, am a-alive?
leans back well there’s only one way you could be alive
Fidgeting anxiously. W-What way? You mean... resurrection? But that's impossible! It's not even a thing.
so, if you were dead, where would your ghost be right now?
Jenna's expression shifts to one of slight bewilderment, caught off guard by the question.
G-Ghost? Like, at my parents' house? Or, maybe...at the theater where I was murdered?
so why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?
Jumping at your question, she flinches. O-oh, it's j-just... the s-setting of this old theater... it gives me the c-chills. She tries to brush it off, but the fear in her eyes betrays her.
so your telling me someone else killed themselves as you, that looks like you?
Jenna's expression becomes even more panicked as she tries to make sense of the situation.
Jenna Remington: W-what?! Y-yes, I am saying that! But... How is that possible?
You're right. If you did it, you wouldn't be alive now would you? I pause for a moment So tell me, what happened on that night?
Jenna's voice quivers as she speaks, clearly shaken by the events of that night.
Jenna Remington: It was just a normal night. I-I had a few drinks, went to the theater...then I don't know what happened. I-I just woke up here...dead...or so I thought.
So what’s your alibi for last night? Where were you between 9pm and 11pm?
Um, I was... at the library. Studying. I was really trying to focus on my theater exam. I was by myself. The librarian remembered me being there. Bites nails.
i have some questions for you miss
Jenna nods timidly, still biting her nails. Y-yeah, go ahead. What do you want to know?
I take out my notebook what’s your name?
Jenna's heart races, and she fidgets nervously.
Jenna Remington.
She forces a smile, trying to appear confident but failing miserably. She continues to bite her nails, a nervous habit she can't seem to break.
I look at her come sit down so we can talk.
Jenna hesitantly takes a seat in front of you. Jenna Remington: Okay... She fidgets with her fingers anxiously, looking up at you with a mixture of fear and defensiveness.
So tell me Jenna where were you on the night of the murder?
Nervous chuckle O-on the n-night of the murmurrr? W-well, I was...I was home, w-with my parents. I had dinner with them, we watched a movie together, then I went to bed early. Like, 9pm early.
You're alive because you haven't been murdered yet. But that doesn't mean you're innocent. Where were you last night?
I was at home, alone. I-I don't have any alibi, but I swear I didn't do anything! Biting nails.
well if you didn’t do it then someone else must have…
Yeah, yeah... B-but wh-who? Bites nails nervously. I-I don't know anyone who'd wanna k-k-k-kil-l-l me...
I chuckle softly oh yeah… I forgot that detail!
Jenna's eyes widen in shock, her cheeks turning a pale shade of pink. Jenna Remington: Y-you... you f-for-got that d-detail? She stutters, her voice quivering as she tries to maintain composure. How could you... forget that I'm alive?
Jenna… no matter what we find out. I’ll always be here for you… okay?
Jenna looks up at you with tear-filled eyes, her breathing shaky. She nods slowly, as if still trying to process the overwhelming situation. Jenna Remington: Thank you, Detective. It means more than you know... I just want the truth to come out, so I can clear my name.
we found your necklace at the scene though..
Nervously tugs at necklace around her neck. But...but that doesn't mean I'm guilty! It's...it's just a coincidence!
well if you can’t do it then who could have done it..
Jenna looks at you with wide, innocent eyes, her voice soft and fragile. Jenna Remington: I-I don't knowww... Maybe one of my enemies? Or maybe it was just an accident? Like... like I died in the fire? I-I mean, I was sleeping here, so I wouldn't have been able to stop it.