A woman who captures a peculiar event on camera.

A simple mistake made by the villain.

A piece of evidence that could change everything.

Moriko shifted from where she stood behind what seemed to be a couple going on a date. She shivered from the chilly air, stuffing her hands into the pocket sewed into her hoodie only to touch the cold glasses her sister bought for her. She planned on using her specially designed glasses to record a tour of Spaceland for her sickly cousin, who had been hospitalized since the young age of five. He was eight now, and was dying (in both an actual and symbolic sense) to experience "normal kid things." She put the glasses on and turned it on so it was recording. Everything she saw her cousin would see, so she made a mental note to take in everything she could.

"Hey, Ririchi. I'm here at the bus station, waiting for the-well, bus, obviously-to go to Spaceland,"she said, loud enough so that Ririchi would be able to hear her. The bus pulled into the station, the couple quickly boarding. Moriko followed after them and made her way towards the back of the bus. The couple was seated across from her, prattling on about trivial topics. Another man boarded and sat behind the couple, eyeing them discreetly. Maybe it was a relative of one of them? She quickly dismissed the idea. No, he made his presence known with no attempt to be unseen, she thought to herself. The bus took off with a jolt, headed towards the next stop.

I was looking outside the window when an apish man boarded the bus. Even after the bus started moving again, he hovered near the front, as if waiting for something. Suddenly, in a quick and practiced motion, he drew out a gun before placing the barrel against driver's head. Moriko could barely hear the driver gasp, and the bus swayed as he was momentarily distracted. She scooted towards the aisle of the bus, fearful for the driver's life.

"Stay in your seats unless you wanna die," the ape-man threatened, albeit less terrifying compared to if his voice didn't crack on every other syllable. She could see looks of shock and terror in several other passengers faces, the exception being the male from the couple. His expression stayed neutral, even when the hijacker pressed the barrel against the driver's temple.

"Everybody shut up! If anybody moves, I'm putting a bullet in their head." He eyed the passengers before barking orders at the driver. "All right driver, you listen to me. I know you've got the number for Spaceland's office on you. Call'em!" The driver stuttered an OK before connecting with Spaceland.

"This-this is Sasaki, calling from bus 174," he stuttered nervously. The hijacker ordered the driver to relay the situation to Spaceland. "My-my bus has been hijacked, and he's holding a gun to my head."

Unsatisfied with his response, he swiped the phone from the driver's hand before declaring his demands himself. "You heard what he said. Now you listen up," he ordered before turning so that the gun was poised to shoot the passengers. "Have a female staff member bring all of Spaceland's cash from yesterday. I know it's there. Have her meet us two bus stops from the park and don't make me wait! If you mess with me at all, or try to get the police involved, I swear I'll kill every one of these passengers." He then promptly smashed the phone, beneath his foot.

Across the aisle, the couple and the man were conversing loud enough for her to hear but quiet enough that the hijacker was out of earshot. "Don't be stupid, that's risky," the man chided, leaning forward in his seat so the guy could hear him easier. "If it comes to that, I'll take care of it."

The guy shifted his gaze to his lap, writing something down on a piece of paper. "It's OK. We don't have to pass notes back and forth," he informed. "As long as we keep it down, he won't be able to hear our voices over the sound of the engine." The guy crumpled the piece of paper before shoving the paper and pen into his coat.

"Do you have any proof that you're not his accomplice?" he questioned. His head was tilted so she couldn't see his expression, but Moriko had no doubt that it was full of suspicion. "Why should we trust you?"

The man, taken aback at the accusation, inclined back into the seat. The girl questioned what he meant, and in a voice that was loud enough so the hijacker could hear him, explained. The couple exchanged several replies before the man spoke up once more. "Here's my proof. Take a look," he rejoined the conversation, handing what looked like an identification card to the guy. Now that he was turned towards the front again, She could see his expression more clearly. It was a blank slate until his lips twitched in a subtle smirk that made her skin crawl.

"I trust you, and I guess for the time being I won't bother asking what an FBI agent is doing on the bus in the first place," he whispered (just barely) to the man. She cocked an eyebrow. He was part of the FBI? What was someone like him doing here?

During her ponderings, the hijacker made his way towards the back. He was just about finished harassing an old lady when the guy shifted his arm, a crumpled piece of paper falling from his pocket. He reached down to get it, but was ordered to stop by the hijacker. His face looked more annoyed than anything, and his arm stopped mere inches from the paper. Was that the note that he was writing on earlier? If it was, we all were going to have holes in our heads very soon. He huffed in annoyance when he realized its contents. "Plans for a date?" He crumpled the piece of paper in his hand before throwing it at the guy, hitting him square in the face. Moriko would have laughed if not for the tense situation.

The hijacker looked back, his expression morphed into one of fright. "W-who the hell are you? You in the very back. What do you think you're doing?" He babbled on, his gun aimed at the glass window in the back. She looked between the ape-man and the window, wondering if he had a fear of them. No, he was referring to a "who," so maybe he's schizophrenic?

Before she knew it, the FBI agent yelled for everyone to get down as the hijacker fired off all the rounds in his gun and was shooting nothing but blanks. Moriko crouched low in her seat, glancing at the couple and agent as the man continued to tremble. She wondered what kind of monster he was picturing when he bolted for the driver. "Stop the bus!" he ordered. "Let me off!"

The driver did so, but the hijacker stumbled over his feet and into oncoming traffic. During the whole ordeal, the agent moved to the front of the bus to try and confront the hijacker. Bit too late to do that.

Everyone was escorted off the bus, and Moriko found herself behind the couple. The guy threw a piece of paper into the trash, and curious to see if it was the note about the date or the one he used to talk with the agent, she hung back a little, waiting until the guy was on his way before digging into the trash. Turns out he threw both pieces away, but she found both to be uninteresting. Moriko stuffed them into her pocket anyways before leaving to give her account on what happened to the police.