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In the article.
The accident happened two years ago. According to the survivor who turned out to be the husband of the other deceased victim, the driver of the black car did intentionally bumped them after having a quarrel...
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Vincent continued to scroll down the page to read the whole information for several minutes.
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Time | 3:33 PM
(Television playing)
Inside a mild bright room, the lights are switched off and only the sunlight that penetrates the windows could lightened up the room.
There was a man seating on a wheelchair. He was alone and just steadily facing the television. He has a short but curly hair, filled with white strands, he's not too old but his unlively face shows how much he lost happiness.
(Soft footsteps)
A shadow of someone suddenly crossed the opened door, and the man noticed it through the sound of its footsteps.
“Huh?” he turned his head to the right and stared at the open door.
He saw nothing from the outside.
The man grabbed and rolled the large wheels, by pushing the top of it forward. He came out and noticed another humanoid shadow from the ground, as he turned his head to the right.
Half of the shadow's upper body is visible in another room's doorway. And it suddenly moved inward until it wasn't visible to the eyes of the man, making him wondered.
(Quick footsteps from the stairs)
It was a kid, holding a small gold plated trophy, and wearing a gold plated medal on his neck.
“Dad! look at these!,” he raise the trophy, “I got these from our school competition!” and rushes to his dad on the wheelchair showing his excitement and a face of victory.
The man turned his head to the left and smiled at his son, then he rolled the right wheel while the other one is unmoving to face the kid.
Chuckles, “What's that son?” he spread his arms as the kid stood in front of him, to check the trophy.
“I won junior science fair event, and they awarded me that and these medal.” the kid proudly said to him, and took off his medal to gave it to him.
He felt proud of his son's achievements, “Good job son, I and your mother already knew that you can achieve these things.” he leaned forward and pat his son's head.
After patting his son's head, he took a glance at behind thinking that the humanoid shadow is still in that room.
He faces his son, “Did you ate already?”
“Yes.” the kid replied as he nodded.
“That's good.” he smiled, “There are chocolates in the fridge, go down and pick anything you want.” he said and returned the awards to his son's hands.
“Okay.” he took back his awards and headed down through the stairs.
When his son steps down the stairs, he leaned back and faces the opposite direction.
He rolled the wheels of his wheelchair towards the next room that was left opened, and when he stops in front of the doorway he wandered his eyes around on that room that is only lightened up by the sunlight passing through the windows.
He remains staring until something captures his sight in the darkest area of the room.
He noticed someone standing at the wall, covered by darkness. It is also distantly facing the doorway, and not fully visible to his eyes. He rolled the wheels in and gradually stops in front of the darkness, carrying a very curious but sad look.
“Honey?,” he asked with a worried eyes, “is that you?” he asked again while staring at the darkness.
“I'm sorry...” his eyes are starting show tears.
“I'm so sorry, it was my fault... I shouldn't have made it worst...” as this words comes out his tears began to fall down too.
“Forgive me...” he nodded down.
While the his head is still nodded down, two small orb began to glow red in the darkness.
“I'm so sorry...” his tears bursted out because of the great pain in his chest as he closed his eyes, “You should still be alive right now... I'm so stupid.”
As he continued to cry, the humanoid shadow finaly decided to show itself, by stepping out from the darkness.
When the crying man opened his eyes, he was startled when he noticed that it wasn't the spirit of his deceased wife. He stared at the shoes and gradually nodded up till he has a view of its face.
It was Vincent, wearing the same black suits that he used when robbing the corrupted government official.
Vincent's red glowing eyes returned to its normal color, before the man's eyes matches his eyes.
The man stops crying, “Who are you?” he wonderingly stares at him.
Vincent bended his belly a little and placed a straight pointing finger of his left hand at the tip of his nose down to the center of his lips, while the other hand is hiding behind him.
“Shhhhhhhhhhhhh...” he whispered.
“How did you get in here?, who are you?” the man began to feel frightened, thinking that a criminal just entered their house.