Hazy.
Despite the fact that it was in the middle of the afternoon when the sun was at its brightest, Hajime's vision turned hazy as he felt a cruel choking feeling on his neck. His sight may be blurry, but the memory in his mind was crystal clear, and it could not get any detailed compared to how previously he remembered it.
The scene repeatedly tortured his mind like a broken cassette, repeating the accident, the deaths, and the truck that caused everything. Then there was the masked man by the front seat who seemingly got out of the truck after the accident. At one point, Hajime could've sworn that the masked man even glance back to confirm that he succeeded in the accident.
Throughout the entire ordeal, Hajime knew that he was as silent as a lamb, but who would've thought that he was groaning and howling in pain in the middle of the crowd?
Hajime.
Hajime.
