Wei Anning hurried to Windsor's room, where she smelled a strong stench of blood. Her heart skipped a beat. She pushed the door open and entered. In the last glow of the sunset, Windsor lay with eyes wide open in a pool of blood, seemingly dying with grievances unaddressed.
Wei Anning was frightened out of her wits, dropped the documents, ran quickly over, and knelt beside Windsor. A fruit knife was pierced into Windsor's chest. She reached out to check Windsor's breathing, but Windsor was already dead.
She fell to the ground in shock. She was perfectly fine when she left; who could possibly have killed her?
A faint noise came from behind, the sound of shoes stepping on carpet. Her ears perked up, her scalp tingled. She clenched her fists, just about to turn her head when a hand in a white glove reached out and covered her mouth and nose.
