"Goodbye, Raye Penber."
KACHUNK.
I watched for a moment, horrified, as the doors shut on the train, taking KIRA himself with them. I tried- I tried frantically to go after him. But all I could do was stare, until the subway started to move again, and my soul finally gave up, descending quietly into the shadows.
There were only about 20 people at the station the night KIRA killed me, five of whom were actual witnesses to my death. Whether they saw Yagami . . . no, whether they saw KIRA, I don't know, but they were my only hope. They were:
A young woman in a white coat.
A college student.
An old homeless man.
A man smoking a pipe near the back half of the train.
A wealthy young man with a breifcase.
All of them were witnesses to my death. Only one would help me rest in peace.
