The Final Exam
Language: en
I was the proctor for the last final exam of the semester. When the exam ended, all 48 students were dead. The police immediately zeroed in on me. But the autopsy results came back: every single student died by suicide. With no other options, I was acquitted. But three years later, a medical student found me: "You killed them, didn't you? I figured out what question you gave them that day." My body trembled uncontrollably— Three years. She finally came.