"Mason... King..."
Suzanne Trent stared at him blankly, firmly believing that this was just a dream. Her voice was a near whisper.
Even though she had just fallen backward and hit her head on the ground, which now throbbed with pain and the buzzing noise in her ears, the chaos around her seemed too much. It was as if her small world had been sealed off by the man on top of her, protecting her from even the smallest shard of broken glass.
But now there was so much blood on her body, almost soaking through her light-colored clothing.
However, she hadn't been injured, not even a scratch. Wasn't the absence of pain proof that this was just a dream?
"Is the ambulance here yet...?"
"Quick, drag them out! The old Madam and her grandchildren are down there..."
"Is that Mr. King? Wasn't he just at the front? How did he suddenly show up here?!"
"Hurry and save them!"