"...Why not?"
Nisha could not help but furrow her eyebrows as she looked at the fat boy lying on the ground lifelessly. Although the young boy seemed like a deranged evil spawn, it still left a bad aftertaste in her mouth to see a young boy die violently like that.
"...Why not?" Van slightly shrugged his shoulder as he repeated his words, "He tried to stab y--"
"D... Donald… my… son," before Van could finish his words, his voice was drowned by the sorrowful whisper that started to echo throughout the huge hall.
"N… no," President Hyden whimpered, "Why… why my son? You… you could have just taken whatever you wanted..."
"..." Nisha could not help but bite her lip as President Hyden's whispers pierced her ears like a dagger. She truly was not expecting that a young boy would be the first collateral to their usurpation.
