Evelyn also took a deep breath.

"Breathe out...", she exhaled.

"My name is Elisabeth Turner and I'm a private investigator. I'm here, but absolutely no one knows.

Cause for this case I've started my own business. My son went to these parties and I followed him. I thought it was a normal party but it wasn't. I'm sure there's more to this event than meets the eye and I'm trying to figure out what.

Now I'm asking you, Y/n, will you help me?"

"What?" You stared into space as you considered all your actions.

Evelyn didn't exist.

Evelyn took advantage of you to get information.

She hadn't loved you the way you had started loving her.

She wasn't the Evelyn you thought she would be.

It wasn't the doctor with the ill son. She just made that story up.

"Why are you doing this to me Evelyn...or should I call you Elisabeth?!", the tears flowed down your cheeks.

"Please stay calm you know no one is allowed to hear us. Keep in mind this is an illegal event." She whispered.

Would she betray you if you didn't help her?

But who would you defend then?

Mr Eastwood?

The man you barely knew?

Your best friend's boyfriend?

"You lied!" you continued.

"I do not know you at all!"

"Ask me then. But please stay calm..." she moved a few steps away from you.

"You don't love me at all, do you?

You were just trying to get me into helping you. But why did you choose me? I don't know these teachers, except-"

Lilith.

The woman who had a revolver in her pocket.

The woman who was full of hate and spite.

The woman who was the center of attention and at the same time always remained inconspicuous.

The psychiatrist whose house looks like a psychopath's.

"Did you get it now?" she asked.

"You suspect Lilith..." you mumbled.

Lilith told you that she used to be a psychiatrist. Was that the truth?

"But you have an ill son, don't you?" Evelyn nodded.

Maybe she had already noticed then that something was wrong with Lilith when Lilith was the psychiatrist of her son.

Maybe Lilith was the reason why Evelyn's son got even more ill.

"No sane person would ever have a revolver in their bag," you said.

"Right", Evelyn agreed with you.

"The only thing I'm asking you to do is to watch her. You get along well, don't you? Ask her to invite you around. I think she has a daughter you could meet too. I hope you know that I will reward you for it. I can support you financially, I'm sure you'll want-"

"Okay," you whispered.

She blinked in irritation.

"I'll help you,"