Grace Lee

I'm sitting on my bed, staring at the police report on Grace Lee, the fifth victim in this string of tragedies. A note asks why there wasn't adderall in their systems. Thank God this is the last one. I can't take much more of this shit. Blasphemy, you might be thinking, the spawn of a demon invoking the name of the almighty? Go fuck yourself!

She was found on September 29, discovered by deputies Jane Adams and Karen Davis after an anonymous caller raised concerns about her well-being. The door was left slightly open, a sign of something amiss. Lee was found in the bathtub, her wrists slit and blood drained from her body, the same as the others.

It's a horrific scene, one that is becoming all too familiar in this investigation. I feel guilty that I'm not even shocked anymore, just numb. I read through the report, almost bored, finding the same details. At this point, I expect no less. Lee's **** mirrors the others in every disturbing way; the suicide note, the bottle of adderall, the weapon, the ligature marks and hemp fibers and the drained bathtub.

At this point, I'm just pissed. Who is looking out for these girls. Where are the fucking adults in the room? It's a sick pattern, a sinister thread connecting these young women in their final moments. I can't help but wonder what demons, metaphorical or otherwise, they were facing that brought them low.

As I study the autopsy report on Grace Lee, I almost don't even need to read the details. Did the medical examiner just rubber stamp these autopsies? They all read the same. How did that not set off alarms? A sense of righteous indignation washes over me. Right, right, blasphemy again. I can't help but feel a wave of sorrow for Grace Lee, a bright young woman whose life was cut short in such a brutal manner.

The evidence in front of me paints a haunting picture of her final moments, a dark and lonely descent into oblivion. Grace Lee deserves more than a mere statistic in this tragic series of events. Grace Lee was just another victim in a string of deaths, each one more heartbreaking than the last.

As I sit at my desk, I eagerly type 'Grace Lee Williams College' into the search bar, my fingers moving quickly as I wait for the results to appear. My heart sinks as I see Grace's smiling face staring back at me from the screen. She was an anime enthusiast and double major in Asian Studies and International Finance with a bright future ahead of her.

Now all that potential has been cut short. I click on Grace's social media profiles, scrolling through her posts and photos in search of any clues that might shed light on her untimely ****. Her feed is filled with pictures of her friends, cosplay events, and anime characters. I can't help but feel a pang of sadness as I realize that this young woman's life has been snuffed far too soon.

I feel a knot of sadness and frustration building in my chest as I continue to pour over the computer. I'm determined to find out the truth on behalf of these girls who met such untimely ends. Grace and the others deserve the dignity of closure. They deserve justice. Not social justice, or legal justice, but old school biblical justice; divine retribution.