"I was wrong." Mrs. Easton was crying and making a scene, banging her head on the ground so hard it made a banging sound: "I was blind, I'm not a human. I shouldn't have listened to Trisha. I was forced."
The woman's face changed quickly, on her face full of ferocious flesh, her small eyes frantically squinted and blinked, squeezing out two grains of tears hanging on her swollen eye bags, crying loudly, while Aiji next to her hurriedly echoed, both mother and child desperately pushing the blame onto Trisha and the already unconscious Keo.
Trisha was both shocked and angry, loudly refuting, and the three of them argued fiercely.
But soon, their voices abruptly stopped.
"Eden Chalin"
"Clive Ditch"
"Clover O'Gavin"
"Bobett Nagel"
"Wada Yuuta"
"....."
One familiar name after another, one pale face after another.
