Mechelle's POV
The fifty-fourth floor, quite high.
I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down. The crowd on the street seemed tiny, and the moving vehicles resembled sluggish snails. From here, I could see far away, almost half of the RED BLOOD PACK was within sight. In the distance, the lights flickered, giving me a sensation of being deeply immersed in the mundane world. The vast expanse of ALEX was adorned with dazzling stars, and a crescent moon hung quietly in the sky.
"How do you like it? It's much more convenient living here than in Duncan's villa, isn't it!"
A soft voice came from behind me. I smiled without turning my head. Until I figured out Karl's intentions, it didn't matter where I lived, did it? What difference did it make? But I didn't voice these thoughts.
