Chloe's apartment.
"Oh, goodness. This boy is so stupid. And I tried to warn him."
Chloe stood at the window of her apartment, watching the activities going on in Drake's room. Her legs paved beneath her as she watched Drake's head squashed in the bot's palms.
She gasped, staggering to her back till she found a support. She held the back of the couch, leaning on it. A stray tear dropped from her eyes.
"How could they be so heartless..."
Her voice broke, unable to look anymore.
"Is he also a victim?"
She threw her face to the ceiling, looking devastated. Then suddenly, she rubbed the back of her hand on cheeks,
"No way I'm crying for him. My father died because of hi-- his mother. Doesn't matter. His birth ended my father."
She walked off the back of the couch and began to pace. Then she halted at the front of the small couch where she'd dropped her tablet.
