(Jane's PoV)
The memory where I watched Senior Rizal got tortured and Sanji's badly beaten body overlapped in my mind. My heart felt like it was squeezed so hard that sometimes I would find it hard to breathe. It took days before I could let go reluctantly. My parents even came from England to show their condolences to their old friend's loss and to support me. My mother comforted me and I could say my mood greatly improved after her arrival.
I also had returned to campus. My eyes weren't puffy anymore. Most importantly, the fog in my brain caused by the sorrow and the trauma had lifted up and some details that went unnoticed started to surface and occupied my line of thought, nagging me to start analyzing them. I went into a deep thinking between classes and the more I thought about it, the more I found it odd.
