Christy sat in front of the main hotel entrance while feeling the cold breeze of that night. She was closing her eyes, resting her back comfortable on a curved and comfy seat.
She seemed so peaceful, not like someone who just played one of the most dangerous tricks minutes ago.
"I believe he should have killed her by now," she muttered to herself before slowly opening her eyes. "Tonight… seems perfect for a date."
She sighed while thinking for a moment about her life. She lived a long life but strangely enough her life didn't seem that long in her eyes.
After all she didn't recall when the last time she had fun was. Seeing such a perfect night to hang out with her love made her feel pity on herself.
She didn't have anyone to love her entire life. The time she lived was only focused on scheming, aiming to climb the ladder of power.