Three Years Dead, His RegretChapter 1
A torrential storm destroyed the university athletic track, exposing the body that had been buried beneath the field for three long years.
The remains—rotting flesh and bones—were ghastly and terrifying.
Back then, the daughter of the university president plagiarized my thesis.
When I tried to report her, I was brutally murdered in the President’s Office.
They secretly buried me under the athletic field and lied to the world, claiming I had shamelessly tried to seduce the president for tenure promotion.
When I was “rejected,” I supposedly left in humiliation, never to be heard from again.
They masked my death with the word “disappearance.”
Because of this lie, I carried the infamy of a disgraceful woman, spat on by everyone.
My fiancé even married the president’s daughter, embracing the killer day and night.
Whenever he thought of me, he would only curse bitterly:
“Shameless whore!”
Now, with my remains unearthed, the sins buried by time could no longer be hidden.
“Ah! A body!”
A terrified scream shattered the silence of campus.
In an instant, nearly a thousand people crowded around the shattered track.
Hovering above, I quietly stared at my own corpse.
The body was curled up in a narrow pit, the clothing long decayed and fused with the soil into dark, tattered scraps.
My limbs were twisted at grotesque angles, teeth flashing white in the dirt.
In my mouth, I still clamped down on a piece of rotten fabric—proof of the agony I endured in my final moment.
The dead no longer feel pain.
Yet whenever I remembered the moment three years ago when I was brutally slaughtered, my soul trembled in the air.
“Who is it?”
“So terrifying!”
“Oh my God, we’ve been running on this track every day—and a corpse was buried underneath us? I’ll have nightmares tonight!”
Police officers, forensic pathologists, and crime scene investigators quickly arrived.
They set up a cordon, keeping away the curious crowd.
Wearing gloves, they searched carefully for evidence around the remains.
The Dean of Academic Affairs and the Head of Campus Security also rushed over, questioned by the officers.
The coroner’s initial judgment: the body belonged to a young woman, deceased for about three years.
“Has anyone gone missing at your university in the past few years?”
“Including female faculty or students?”
The two administrators exchanged nervous glances.
“N-no… not that I know of…”