THE RECORD: From Behind The Camera, He Keeps Watching
PROLOG: Vesta Hestia

Vermont, 2021

"Back again with NBC Night News with me Katherine Loevanca who will accompany your night with the latest news from around the world."

"This time the shocking news came from a popular live streamer United States –BI with the channel name CatchaGhost, CatchaGhost, he was found dead along with two other unidentified people after being missing for a year in the southern region of St. Hill Woodstock–Vermont's.

"The three bodies were found charred naked inside a former Woodstock Highschool building that burned down seven years ago.

"Currently, police have yet to provide further information regarding the cause and evidence that refers to the aftermath of the case that shocked Vermont. But a twitter account @xxbixx shocked the virtual world with a final live streaming snippet of the streamer before disappearing without a trace. The video has now been viewed 4 million times in the two days since it was uploaded.

"'That's the curse of Vesta Hestia, ' wrote @xxbixx. The 23-second video shows B.I reading a letter in a room before the flashlight turns off and the broadcast ends."

"Follow the screenshot of Vesta Hestia that was successfully clarified …."

...-The Vesta Hestia...

In the arms of Goddess Vesta Hestia.

I found myself sculpting.

The dirty hands of Priapos began to growl.

Squeezing here and there like a good baker.

I was mute when one by one the buttons of my uniform slammed forcefully.

I was silent when my subordinates were exposed so contemptuously.

The Vesta Hestia impatiently kissed.

I found myself almost buried.

Laughter full of deafening entertainment to deafness.

The sweat of Priapos overwhelms the senses as it enters standing.

I'm not screaming.

Even though the real tear down there made me want to squeal until my voice was gone.

I found myself dead.

While my heart is still pumping wake up the pulse.

Give me a life I want to live soon.

I was waiting and preparing to leave.

But it turns out that the wrath of Goddess Vesta regrets the intention.

A red flower is tucked between the fingers.

His petals fell on the earth.

I'm happy, spring seems to come early.

Red flowers bloomed everywhere.

Throw away your skin and soul in a burning warm fall.

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...One year later…...

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The bus was late five minutes ago this morning. Maybe because it's a busy Monday and the sky wasn't in a good mood when it woke up earlier today. Even so, heavy rain does not seem to dim the busyness in Pittsburgh. Water splashed everywhere but they did not discourage the intention to leave.

Me included.

August belongs to Taylor Swift who pamper the ears, sipping incense from the bakery across the street. The air smells of sweet yeast mixed with wet soil. Enough to make me feel comfortable dizziness. That was before a curly haired aunt with the smell of dry clothes stood beside me.

Like an ignorant, his hands were raised upwards to stretch the muscles. His armpit was now right above my head and that very second the smell turned sour. I just kept quiet and decided to stay away standing at the end of the stop. Fill my lungs with fresh air.

Since the early hours of this morning, the bus stop has been crowded with workers and students. A woman with glowing red dyed hair clucked several times. The sound of his tongue pierced disrupts hearing.

Not to mention the sound of the knocking of a man's shoes looking riled up it added a strange harmony. He repeatedly saw his fake Rolex watch. Others began to grumble because the bus did not come. Even pessimists have talked about cutting salaries or cleaning toilets and such. Maybe I'm the only one who doesn't think anything.

My morning was always worse than this. Things like being late for class didn't affect me at all.

Ten minutes later, the bus line 12, which was traveling from Mcknight Flyer to Franklin Park, reached sight. People started racing into the bus. Before I could insert myself into the crowd, a grandmother pulled my carry-on bag so hard that I almost fell.

"It's full. Just take the next bus." His voice was dry like the dry season.

I was about to protest but before I could open my mouth, the driver's voice stopped me regretfully. His name is uncle Erlo. He has a very strong face with a sturdy face contour but who would have thought his personal very friendly because it always greeted me.

"Hey son, the bus is full. The next bus is in front. Wait a minute, yeah. I'm sorry." That's when the bus door closed in front of my face.

The engine is ignited in its distinctive roar. The people on the bus looked at me from behind the window. Perhaps their little hearts cheered triumphantly thinking of the fact that the one standing outside the bus was not them. I shake my head when I think too much about others. Uncle Erlo also turned on the turn light that immediately blinked to turn at the crossroad.

"Go home. The next bus won't come." The grandmother behind me spoke again as if she had never pulled me and told me to wait for the next bus a few seconds ago. I frowned intending to protest and turned to face him.

This grandmother's stature was small and stooped. His wrinkled and flecked face looked friendly and very old. There was one plastic grocery store containing an onion in his hand. If I can guess the age, maybe this grandmother is over seventy years old.

I opened my mouth to ask but the shrieking scream behind me made me turn my head quickly.

The bus I was about to board was hit from the same direction through the left lane.

Instantly, the tire squeaks out loud like a horse as the loud pounding of another bus hits the front quickly. Flakes of lights and glass instantly flew through the air. The body of the bus rotated several times before one of its sides hit the pavement until it flew over the road divider.

Like a slow motion technique in a movie, I could clearly see how the bus was hovering in midair after it crashed. From behind the window, I saw Erlo's uncle who was originally neat and handsome now his chest was crushed with glass that pierced his skull until it penetrated. The passengers, including my aunt who was standing near me, were screaming with horror. His body floated due to the loud impact, while his mouth was gaping wide without sound. It was as if the world was being muted for a while.

I also saw the hand with the fake rolex slip off the shoulder of the master as soon as it hit the bus handle pole until it broke off. Blood spurted everywhere like a leaking water pipe. They, the punters rolled like lottery paper in there. Before I could watch the details further, time felt back to normal. The bus collapsed rapidly over the road barrier. The iron body was cut in two before my eyes like a freshly cooked toasted baguette.

I collapsed on the asphalt as if my bones were softened all of a sudden. People ran away as smoke billowed from the baguette. It was as if it would explode at any moment.

But before I could get up, something suddenly rolled off the bus past me and stopped behind me. Right where the grandmother stood.

It was a 'ball' with flaming red hair that looked at me horror. While his pierced tongue stuck out almost broke.

Before consciousness eroded from my body, I realized, the grandmother was nowhere.

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