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Chapter 11 – Truth in Footage

The next day, I met with the lawyer.

He was tall, lean, dressed in a charcoal suit sharp enough to cut glass. His office smelled like coffee, leather, and quiet judgment.

He gestured for me to sit. I did.

Then I told him everything.

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A Brief Summary of Madness:

> It started with a joke—no, not a joke. A statement.My friend Mo pointed at a group of kindergartners and said, “They look hot.”

That moment split the world in two.

I fought him. We split paths. I tried to find out what school he was going to.I found out: El SHARKAWY.A school with no moral filter, no guards, and a reputation so pristine it hid monsters.

I infiltrated. I hacked the exam system. I tried to sabotage his entry.He passed anyway.

I trained. Hard. Military-hard. Because I knew Mo wasn’t just weird—he was dangerous.

When he finally got into El SHARKAWY, I was ready.I caught him talking to a child. Tried to stop him.I shot him—clean, non-lethal. Saved the girl.

Then came the twist: I was framed for a double murder.The real culprit? Mo.

I went back to his place. Found two kidnapped children locked in a basement.Saved them. Brought them to the hospital.

Then I ran.

The public thinks I’m a monster. But I’m not.

I’m just the only one who ever tried to stop him.

 

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The lawyer leaned back.

He folded his hands. Eyes sharp.

> “If what you’re saying is true,” he said slowly, “we’ll need a private investigator. Someone to dig for evidence, track timelines, cross-reference—”

 

“No,” I interrupted.

“I already know where to get the evidence.”

> “Where?”

 

I smirked.

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Scene Shift – Where It All Began

The school where Mo made his intents clear.

We went in asked for the camera feeds from Eight months ago.

And we saw him say it.

Then we went to the school that incriminated me.

El SHARKAWY School.

The air was colder than I remembered. The walls more sterile.

We entered the administrative wing under legal escort. The lawyer pulled strings—whatever he had to do.

We got access to the security archive.

I scrubbed through the feed. Hallways. Courtyard. That day.

The ladder. The confrontation. Me chasing Mo. The pistol. The child. All of it—on film.

I downloaded everything.

Then we went to Mo’s apartment building.

His floor. His hallway. The front entrance.

While he was out, we accessed the building's external and hallway cameras.

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And then… we saw it.

> Mo.Dragging two garbage bags.One of them kicking. Squirming.A foot bursts out.Then a hand.Then—Nina’s face.Eyes wide. Gagged. Terrified.**

 

No edits. No shadows. Just the truth.

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Later, Nina sat in front of the lawyer, hands folded, eyes clear but heavy.

He interviewed her gently.

She told him everything.

The metal rods. The beatings. The threats.

She didn’t cry this time.

She just told the truth.

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The lawyer stood up when it was done.

> “We’ve got timeline.We’ve got witness.We’ve got surveillance.

I’ll present this.

And then we wait.

Let’s hope the justice system doesn’t fail us.”

 

I exhaled.

For the first time in forever, I felt something new.

Hope.

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