Yvette's lifeless body lay sprawled across the bloody pavement. The memory of her brutal death seemed so vivid, like a recurring nightmare that would not be buried in the past.

A week before Yvette's death, I, Seth Slater, was the most ruinous being alive. Yvette was an unknown soul to the world. The only beings on the earth who knew Yvette were her devoted friends - Ursula, Lydia, Theodore and Christian.

Now, 'Yvette' is the name on everyone's lips. I have experienced pain. My speculation is that one of her devoted friends is responsible for Yvette's death. I have observed the conduct of such zany creatures eligible to be possible suspects for Yvette's death.

Ursula : her potency over Yvette was immense. Her mulish attitude reflected attributively on her relationship with Yvette. The two would feud constantly. Yvette's patience always salvaged their friendship. Ursula was always jealous of Yvette's wealth.

I personally loved Yvette. She was my light . I put myself in the position of a detective and the killer. Killer : I would foresee the murder. I'd be the detective and be listless towards the opinion of others. I will try to conquer all theories deciding the puzzling death of Yvette. I'd be avid to emigrate. I'd create a charade pointing the indicators in another direction.

The detective would be floundering over this case. And that is precisely what I have done. I have asphyxiated all involved. You are befuddled? Don't be. It was an unforeseen conclusion. I killed Yvette. I loved her. If she couldn't be mine, no other could have her.

The people thought she was randomly killed, but they were erroneous. I will not be chastised, for I have fled. The police will be flabbergasted when they find me dead! I want to be with Yvette, if I go to heaven!