Cli Cla—!
When the lights turned on, color returned to the stage as Joseph was again in the bakery.
Compared to the previously oppressive atmosphere, the atmosphere was now a lot less suffocating.
[....]
Sitting in the same spot, Joseph remained quiet the entire time until he lowered his head to rub his face.
[Face... What did his face look like?]
There was one clear disadvantage to the visions.
It was that he couldn't remember the faces of the parties involved.
[Damn it.]
But it wasn't without hope.
[White shirt, brown pants, and undervest...]
He could remember the clothes he had worn and the location of the incident.
Coming down from the stairs was his assistant Elbert who pushed his glasses back up.
[I wasn't able to find any evidence. The place is clean. It's unfortunate, but we might have to look somewhere else for clues.]
