บท 68: Yes, it was you.

"I can't do it anymore!" Asahi exclaimed as he scratched his head, almost pulling all of his hair out. His face was as pale as a ghost's and from just the looks itself, it seemed as if he hadn't had a wink of sleep for the past few weeks. His lips were chapped with a light blue tint on them and his eyes were sunken in, looking sickly. He was no longer the youthfully handsome man that Ayami had fallen for. 

"Stop that! Look at me!" Ayami grabbed his face and forced him to look at her as she spoke with utmost confidence, "Akira is dead. There's no way a dead man can play with us like this. Somebody is trying to trick us We just need to find out who it is."

"But it can't be anyone else," Asahi gulped as he responded, feeling anxious, "There's no one else who knows what happened that night. It has to be him. What if he is alive?" 

Ayami slapped the man with no mercy as she heard this, "Wake up! You killed him! Don't you remember?! We made sure that he was dead!"