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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.]