Truths That Do Not Burn

It was strange that the police found the body of the simple restaurant worker, his face burned and his eyes bulging, on the restaurant floor after closing time. Alaa was just a simple worker, with no enemies, no connections, no conflicts, yet he was brutally murdered. There were no suspects, no evidence, no fingerprints, nothing left of his burned face except one thing: the truth that refused to be consumed by fire, refusing to reveal the perpetrator, unless... the perpetrator himself was... pure chance.