"Deja! Deja!" Trent called out as he saw the blood spill from her body. She went limp in his arms. Then he considers blood spilling from his forearm. Ignoring his injury. He slid to the floor with Deja's dead weight in his arms. The scene was torturous. It was like a nightmare. Trent sat there holding her body, rocking back and forth.
Mumbling, "I can't believe I did this, no, no, I love her. Why? Why? Did it have to come to this?" He said in tears and anguish.
It is similar to the scene on January 1, 20_. At their annual celebration party on a cold night out on the Black Pearl balcony. The Lights reflected, sirens blared outside Deja Crush luxury 5-star residential building in Manhattan, New York.
"Mr. Choi, please stand up." The Police demanded.
"Where are you taking her?!" Trenton
