My hand opened my visor as I stared at the red light. 40 seconds... 39 seconds... time seemed to slow.
I glanced to the left of the road. The masked teenager stuffed the black rod into his sack and pulled it out. He slung the sack over his back, stabbing at the bottles and plastic bags scattered along the roadside.
I glanced to the left of the road. The masked teenager stuffed the black rod into his sack and pulled it out. He slung the sack over his back, stabbing at the bottles and plastic bags scattered along the roadside.
The sound of a motorcycle horn buzzed, followed by the sound of a green monster echoed from behind me. "TOBE... DON'T MESS UP! GET OUT OF THE WAY!"
"Okay, sensei," the masked teenager nodded.
He crossed the zebra crossing with a dozen other teenagers in dark robes.