It...was kind of like that? It wasn't... [But she stops, starting to draw her knees up again. Long-rooted pessimism tells her the worst and of course the situation sounds ridiculous no matter how it's phrased, the words "puzzle murder game" almost sound silly.]

I'm not making it up. It happened. It really did. [Panic and desperation rise in her voice, edging towards hysteria again. All these years and she still almost never speaks of it.] You have to believe me, it did.