“You, don't you know who I am? Don't you remember this face of us?” I said to him, at the same time he looked me carefully in the face while he alternately looked at me and Wendy. Until his eyes widened in shock, at the same time he backed away with a look of surprise on his face. He must have remembered who we two were because he was the only one who shot us that day, so he can't immediately forget the sin he committed and because of that someone lost her life, Wendy.

“You're the ones who died that day. But how come you're still alive until now? What's going on? Is this really what I'm seeing, or am I just dreaming?” he stammered with a trace of curiosity on his face.

“What do you mean?” his colleagues are curious about him.

“They were the people who fell off the bridge then. But how come they are still alive today and can still walk normally?” he said at the same time I winced, so they turned to look at me again with a trace of shock in their eyes.

“So, you remember who we are?”