The screen displayed a breaking news headline.
A horrific tragedy that had occurred in Lamplighter Village seven years ago had resurfaced online.
Lamplighter Village?
Wasn't that where Charlotte grew up?
As Samantha kept reading, the blood drained from her face.
The article didn't just detail the gruesome events of the past; it included photos.
The images showed a girl with torn clothes, her intimate areas "conveniently" blurred out.
Yet, the jagged, horrifying scars crisscrossing her skin were fully visible.
Anyone looking at the picture would immediately jump to the worst possible conclusion about what she had endured.
"Isn't this..." The moment Samantha recognized the girl in the photo, her eyes flew wide open. She clamped a hand over her mouth in shock, tears springing to her eyes. Her voice trembled violently. "Isn't this our Stella?"
Even with blood smearing her face, anyone who knew her could recognize her instantly.
"How could this..."
Along with the photos were thousands of brutal comments scrolling past.
[Oh my god, tortured to this state... that's horrifying!]
[What a f*cking monster! Dying was too good for him!]
[I heard the girl eventually recovered and is living a normal life now.]
[Wait, she looks like a girl from my class...]
[To the person above, who is your classmate?]
[Stella? The sophomore at Kingswood University?]
[...]
With just that one careless comment, all of Stella's personal information was doxed and laid bare for the world to see.
In an instant, the internet exploded. While most people sympathized with her tragedy, the overwhelming pity only ripped her old wounds open deeper.
[I heard she almost didn't make it and spent years in the hospital.]
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