Clouds Of Witness の小説・ストーリー

She walked closer and looked up to see the most magnificent sight she had ever witnessed. The clouds were scattered across the sky, each one a different color and shape. They moved quickly, too fast to follow, yet Jewel couldn't tear her gaze away. She was entranced by the beauty of the sky and its ability to mesmerize anyone who gazed upon it. For a moment, she forgot about everything else in the world, and there was only the sky. As Jewel watched the clouds move and shift, the same thought kept repeating itself in her head: this is a sign. She smiled. This was definitely a good omen.

I'm done being a witness, now I would chase you even if you run until the end of parallel world. ---

​"He’s stable, but he took a massive hit to the head. Although he is out of immediate danger, he is in a coma. I can’t guarantee when or if he will wake up." ​The world tilted on its axis. A coma. My vision blurred, my knees gave out, and everything went black. ​When I finally opened my eyes, the clinical scent of disinfectant filled my lungs. Amelia was sitting by my side. The moment she saw me stir, she rushed over. ​"Tate, are you okay?" ​I nodded, though hot tears immediately began to fall. ​"Come on, Tate, please don't," she said, her own tears spilling over.

⸻ “…I missed my friend.” ⸻ The universe froze. ⸻ Because beneath all the wars. All the betrayals. All the pain. ⸻ That had always been the truth. ⸻ 🌙 The Witness Interferes Suddenly— The giant eye moved. 👁️ ⸻ Reality cracked. ⚡ ⸻ The Witness finally descended. ⸻ Not as an eye. ⸻ As a person. ⸻ A young man. ⸻ Ordinary.

From the moment he returned to the country, he had known this day would come. There was no avoiding it forever. Besides, what was there to fear? He had repaid his debt to her family in full. They were strangers now. On the day of the exhibition, visitors streamed into the gallery, following signs pointing them toward the displays. Serene was among them. Over the years, she had visited many exhibitions and gained a better understanding of the art displayed on the walls. Each piece was beautiful, but then she saw that painting. It stood out from the rest—no intricate details or complex lines, just a sprawling mountain landscape.

I might as well camp in the shit territory. And I was right because I sat in the water closet a few more times before I eventually passed out. ********************** The unpleasant smell of disinfectant hit my nostrils and I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me I was in a hospital. I rubbed my eyes vigorously before opening them. “Thank God you're awake,” Nora said tearfully. My brows knitted together as I watched her. “Why are you crying?” She didn't cry when I got strangled by her young master, why was she crying now?

"No redirect, Your Honor." Judge Whitmore made a brief note on the bench copy of the exhibit list. "The witness may step down." The witness gathered his notes, stepped down from the stand, and crossed in front of the clerk's desk without looking toward either counsel table. The bailiff collected the exhibit binder before the next witness was called. She sat down. The question hung in the air, unasked. ⸻ Alan didn't write anything. He had nothing left to write, every motion filed, every privilege protection locked, every procedural gap closed before Harrison could reach it.

Judge Cronje set the papers aside, then he asked Prosecutor Long to call his first witness, sending a fresh wave of panic through Miss Gia behind her heavy mask. The court orderly stepped to the side as the first witness entered the courtroom. It was the prison warden, Mr Cloud, who had physically executed the cell transfer. Mr Cloud walked with stiff, nervous steps toward the witness stand, his crisp uniform damp with sweat under the harsh High Court lights. He took the oath, his voice trembling slightly as he repeated the words. He looked everywhere but at the dock where Mrs Phillips and Miss Becky were seated. He knew that the eyes of the entire courtroom were fixed entirely on him.

she shot back. "Want to see the uncut version?" I asked, scrolling through more videos. Keith had pulled some strings to gather all the evidence we could. "Here's the full street surveillance, plus statements from the shops around. It shows everything from you walking into the karaoke joint, to the thugs cornering you, to me helping you out. Not a second's missing," I said with confidence. The proof was rock solid. The crowd's gaze shifted from me to Sarah in a synchronized wave.

The stars above a blinding array of colour and pale bright light, the very sight of it stole my breath. They were an audience, come witness my vengeance. I suspected they’ve witness a great deal atrocities over their long lives and would witness a great many more. But tonight I felt they had come to watch mine, to see me spill blood in the name of justice. To watch as I righted the wrongs committed against me, to watch me burn that town liars and fakes to the ground.