Sneak into the crime scene

I decide to wait until after dark, the shadows offering me the perfect cover to sneak into Sventes Dorm, Room 306, the most recent of the crime scenes. The rolling hills of rural York County, Virginia, and the serene campus of Williams Women's College seem at odds with the turmoil that lies within.

I make my way through the tranquil campus, my caramel leather keeping the October wind off of me. As I near Bathory Row, I see the four dormitories: Szentes, Jo, Ujvary, and Majorova. I'm drawn to Sventes, where the newest victim's room lies. The night cloaks me as I fiddle the key card reader and quickly slip inside the dormitory, avoiding any potential witnesses.

The halls are eerily quiet, as if the dormitory is holding its breath in anticipation of the secrets I'm about to uncover. I find Room 306, my heart beating in my chest, and I slowly push the door open. I can't help but feel a sense of despair as I walk into the room, stepping under the crime scene tape and into Lily Argent's final moments. The air is heavy with an eerie calm.

I notice something odd. This room has no Threshold. Living, loving and making a space your home usually creates a Threshold. Its what keeps things like uninvited vampires out. As a supernatural creature, I can feel them. It weakens our power to push past them without being invited. A dorm room would normally have a weak Threshold, but here there's nothing. I shrug to myself.

Lily Argent must have been all business. This wasn't her home. As I walk into Room 306, my gaze drawn to the state of the room. The dorm room of the most recent suicide victim, lies in a state of forlorn stillness. In this sparse space, the only visible furniture consists of a pair of dressers, a desk, a closet alcove, and a bed. There is a door to the small bathroom off to the right, with more police tape across the doorway.

As I survey the room, my eyes scanning the room for any clues, it becomes evident that the York County Sheriff's Department has removed most of her belongings, leaving a feeling of emptiness behind. The sight before me is harrowing, as if the girl living here has been erased. My heart aches for Lily, who must have felt so alone in her final moments.