Too peaceful. Sunlight spread softly across the school environment while students rushed toward lecture halls with backpacks hanging carelessly from tired shoulders.
Vendors shouted around the campus gate.
“Hot puff-puff!”
“Cold zobo!”
“Indomie and egg!”
Some students laughed loudly under trees.
Others revised for tests they barely prepared for.
Couples walked hand in hand like the world was kind.
But beneath LMU’s beautiful appearance…
Something rotten was growing.
And by the end of today—
Another secret would crawl into the light.
Amara barely slept.
The conversation with Tobi replayed repeatedly inside her mind like a curse.
“You were never the target…
Your father was.”
Even now, remembering the fear in Tobi’s eyes unsettled her.
Because for the first time since arriving at LMU…
She saw genuine confusion.
Which meant one terrifying possibility:
Tobi might not know the full truth.
But his father definitely did.
Queens Hall was unusually loud that morning.
Girls whispered aggressively the moment Amara entered the hallway.
Phones immediately lowered.
Conversations suddenly paused.
The betrayal scandal had transformed her into campus entertainment overnight.
Some girls pitied her.
Others secretly enjoyed the drama.
That was the nature of university life.
Pain became content quickly.
As Amara approached Room B12, she noticed her door slightly open.
She frowned immediately.
She clearly remembered locking it before leaving the previous night.
Slowly…
She pushed the door open.
And froze.
Her room had been searched.
Clothes scattered everywhere.
Books overturned.
Wardrobe left open.
Even her mattress had been lifted.
A cold chill traveled down her spine.
Lilian stood near the window looking nervous.
“I swear it wasn’t me,” she said quickly.
Amara ignored her completely.
Instead, her eyes scanned the room carefully.
Then she noticed something missing.
Her father’s journal.
The old brown leather notebook hidden beneath her clothes.
Gone.
Her heartbeat stopped briefly.
No.
No no no.
That journal contained names.
Transactions.
Photographs.
Private notes her father wrote weeks before his death.
Amara grabbed Lilian aggressively.
“Who entered this room?!”
“I don’t know!”
“Don’t lie to me!”
“I swear!”
Lilian’s fear looked genuine now.
Amara released her slowly.
Her breathing became heavier.
Because only one person besides her knew about the journal.
Her mother.
And her mother had warned her repeatedly:
“If anybody finds that diary, you’re in danger.”
Suddenly—
Her phone vibrated.
Unknown number.
Amara answered cautiously.
“Hello?”
Silence.
Then a deep male voice spoke quietly:
“If you want your father’s journal…
Come to Room 302.”
The line disconnected immediately.
Across campus…
Tobi sat inside his father’s office building staring blankly at the photograph Amara gave him.
His chest still felt tight.
Chief Adebayo’s private office smelled of wealth and intimidation.
Dark wood furniture.
Expensive artwork.
Heavy silence.
The kind of office where powerful men made dangerous decisions.
Tobi looked at the picture again.
His father and Henry Williams smiling together beside a luxury vehicle.
Friends.
Or business partners.
Suddenly, the office door opened.
Chief Adebayo entered calmly.
Tall.
Powerful.
Controlled.
Even at his age, he carried the dangerous aura of a man used to commanding fear.
The moment he noticed the photograph in Tobi’s hands…
His expression changed slightly.
Just slightly.
But Tobi noticed.
“Where did you get that?”
Tobi stood slowly.
“You knew her father.”
Silence.
Chief Adebayo removed his glasses carefully.
“That girl is becoming a problem.”
The response shocked Tobi instantly.
“Problem?”
“She should have stayed away.”
Tobi’s heartbeat quickened.
“What happened to Henry Williams?”
Chief Adebayo’s eyes hardened immediately.
“Don’t ask questions you’re not prepared to hear answers to.”
“But did you kill him?”
The room became dangerously quiet.
Then Chief Adebayo walked closer slowly.
“You’ve become weak because of that girl.”
Tobi clenched his fists.
“I deserve the truth.”
Chief Adebayo leaned closer.
“No.”
His voice dropped lower.
“You deserve survival.”
And somehow…
That answer frightened Tobi more than a confession.
Meanwhile…
Amara stood outside an abandoned male hostel block behind the engineering faculty.
Room 302.
The building looked dead.
Broken windows.
Graffiti-covered walls.
The smell of weed and damp concrete floating through the air.
Students once used the building before it was shut down after a mysterious fire years ago.
Rumor said cult groups still met there secretly at night.
Amara swallowed nervously.
Every instinct warned her to leave.
But the journal mattered too much.
Slowly…
She climbed the staircase.
Each step echoed loudly.
Second floor.
Silence.
Third floor.
Darkness.
Room 302 stood slightly open at the end of the corridor.
Amara’s heartbeat pounded harder.
Carefully, she pushed the door open.
The room was empty.
At least initially.
Then she noticed the journal sitting on a dusty table.
Relief hit instantly.
She rushed toward it—
“Still curious like your father.”
Amara spun around sharply.
A young man stepped out from the shadows.
Tall.
Slim.
Cold eyes.
Dark hoodie.
Calm expression.
And something terrifying about the way he smiled.
“I know you?” Amara asked cautiously.
The stranger laughed softly.
“No.”
He stepped closer.
“But I knew your father.”
Amara’s pulse quickened dangerously.
“Who are you?”
“My name is Emeka.”
The name meant nothing to her.
Yet something about him felt deeply wrong.
Emeka picked up the journal casually.
“You’ve been asking dangerous questions on this campus.”
“That journal belongs to me.”
“Not anymore.”
Anger flashed through Amara instantly.
“Give it back.”
Instead…
Emeka opened the journal slowly.
Then read aloud:
“Project Eclipse.
Payment transfers approved.
Adebayo must never be exposed.”
Amara’s blood froze.
Because she had never seen that page before.
Emeka looked up slowly.
“You really have no idea what your father was involved in, do you?”
Fear crept into her chest carefully.
“What are you talking about?”
Emeka smiled again.
A smile completely lacking warmth.
“The wrong people are not just watching you anymore…”
His eyes darkened.
“They’re preparing for you.”
Suddenly—
Footsteps echoed loudly outside the corridor.
Multiple footsteps.
Fast.
Aggressive.
Emeka’s expression changed immediately.
“They found you faster than expected.”
Amara stepped backward nervously.
“Who found me?”
But before he could answer—
The door BURST open violently.
Three masked men rushed inside.
And one of them pointed a gun directly at Amara.
FICTIONAL DISCLAIMER
This series is completely fictional.
All names, schools, characters, and events are products of the writer’s imagination.
Any resemblance to real persons or institutions is purely coincidental.
Created strictly for entertainment purposes.
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