Not far away, a person lay in a pool of blood, unconscious.
There were quite a few pedestrians on the zebra crossing, and when they saw this scene, they all screamed, "Someone's been hit..."
William Guillen's ears were buzzing, unable to hear anything, his eyes fixed intensely on the person lying in the pool of blood.
She lay on the ground, only half her face visible, obscured by strands of hair.
In his memory, just seconds before being pushed, he heard a familiar voice.
Be careful.
Was she telling him to be careful?
The driver in a panic got out of the car, reeking of alcohol, and ran towards the person lying on the ground. The crowd had already started to gather, calling the police and an ambulance.
William Guillen loosened his grip, throwing away his suit jacket. He was very familiar with the skirt on that person.
It seemed... Fluffy Zane had worn it before.
He moved forward unsteadily on his feet, forcefully pushing aside the crowd of onlookers, forging a path.
