The loud beats of my heart echoed in my ears, and the wind of summer night pricked my skin like sharp needles as I stared with horror at the black car, parked a few houses away from me. The prickling sensation on my skin was the result of the terror rushing in my system, making all of my senses went haywire.
There was no sound around that place at that time, and even the sound of the leaves of the trees along the street of our neighborhood refused to fill the void. The gunshot fired by Nishimoto did not echo in that empty street, only the loud scream of Hamamura before Nishimoto shot her dead. But that scream had already faded in the air, and only the deafening silence reigned.
Shaky and ragged breaths came out from my lips, and my trembling eyes focused on the car’s headlight that
