People had always liked to show their power over the defenseless. They dominated and bullied the weak and took pleasure in it. In this twisted game, only the innocent suffered, even without doing anything wrong. This was what Coral thought as she sat alone on the couch of her apartment.
The journey from the venue to her apartment went by in a blur as she sat silently in the cab, feeling numb. She didn't remember when she got out of the cab or how she eventually arrived at her apartment. Everything felt hazy, as if she couldn't feel anything anymore after what had happened at the party.
