Friends Lack A Loose Mouth

On a sunny Sunday morning, the glass windows no longer provided me with an output of my image but rather displayed the scenery behind it. The city was filled with large screens on tall buildings. And on these screens, the breaking news was continually being reported.

As I stood before the window, I could hear the sound of a disturbing crowd. In order to see the origin of the sound, I looked beneath the tall buildings and focused my eyes on the crowd on the street. There were protests against the NIS and many were saying that the president's son's death should be avenged. Their protest was understandable to some degree since the NIS were instructed to protect me and my family and allow us to be with Jin Ho. But this angry mob needed someone to blame for all that had happened. And who was to take the blame?