The Perspective

The Crash Report

The DailyTimes Accident Report

TwinBroad Street – 9:45 AM

A major accident has occurred near the end of TwinBroad Street. A car collided with a truck, leaving the car driver severely injured and at the brink of death. The truck driver fled the scene.

At the Accident Spot

“Hurry up already, will you?” Isabella snapped, her voice tense.

“I am! I am! Geez, you’re being too loud,” John replied, fumbling with the camera as he tried to set it up.

“Loud? We’re already late, and you’re saying I’m loud?” Isabella glared at him, arms crossed.

“I didn’t mean it like that…” John muttered, avoiding her gaze.

“Whatever. Just get the camera ready,” she said, her frustration simmering.

John quickly opened the camera, adjusting it to start recording. “Alright, here we go. Three… two… one…”

“Good morning, people of Purlin. I’m Isabella from The DailyTimes, reporting live from TwinBroad Street.”

The wind howled down the street, the heavy air adding to the chaos of the scene.

“Can’t you speak a little louder? I can barely hear you over the wind!” John shouted from behind the camera.

“Oh, now it’s my fault?” Isabella shot back, her frustration bubbling over.

Seems like things are not working out fine between Her and John..It has been like this for the past month...

Last Month: Missing Child Case

“…Reportedly, it has been stated that the child missed yesterday,” Isabella said during a live report.

“Missed what? School?” John quipped, bursting into laughter.

The people around them, despite the grim situation, joined in the laughter. Isabella stood frozen, her face burning with embarrassment.

Jewellery Theft Case

“Seems like they’ve lost a lot, John,” Isabella said worriedly.

“I highly doubt it,” John replied, smirking. “In my opinion, they’re faking the theft to get a hefty insurance payout.”

“John! Stop it!” Isabella whispered urgently.

“What? Look at their faces—they look like thieves!” he said with a chuckle.

Turning back, John froze as he realized the house owner had overheard him.

“You think we’re thieves? How dare you!” the owner yelled, furiously approaching them.

Isabella groaned inwardly, wishing she could disappear.

Present Day – Accident Spot

“…It seems the car was hit quite heavily. The ambulance has just arrived to take the victim to the hospital.”

Isabella pointed toward the ambulance pulling up to the scene. “Let’s take a closer look at the car and assess the damage.”

(Whispering) “John, hurry! Get closer to the car,” Isabella instructed.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” John replied, lugging the camera forward.

Standing near the wreckage, Isabella continued, “Here you can see the car. Remarkably, the license plate is still intact despite the—”

She stopped mid-sentence, her voice faltering.

“Isabella? Hey, keep going,” John muttered, confused by her sudden silence.

The microphone slipped from her hands as Isabella fell to her knees, her face pale.

Alarmed, John rushed to her. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“The license plate…” she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.

“What about it?” John asked, concern deepening.

“It’s… familiar. This car—it belongs to my uncle,” she said, her voice breaking. Tears streamed down her face as the weight of realization hit her.

“Your uncle?” John repeated, stunned.

Isabella nodded, sobbing uncontrollably as John stood frozen, trying to process what he’d just heard.