Warrior Tucker had been silent ever since she left the ward.
Yvonne Finley was just following her.
She could feel an unprecedented low spirit from Tucker, almost as if she was temporarily unable to snap out of a trance, like she had succumbed to something.
Yvonne looked at the tall figure in front of her.
Entranced for a moment.
Suddenly, she was reminded of their childhood.
The Warrior Tucker of those days wasn't like this, a teenager with timidity, low self-esteem, who was kind but unfortunate. Back then, she always kept her head down, fearful of drawing too much attention. Now, she's a dazzling star, radiant and striking, aggressive and fearless.
Many of the media claim her personality is a mere act, that she is merely pretending to be unique.
But in reality.
That's not the case.
She wanted to shine for her father to see.
They had walked for a while.
Left the building.
While rounding a corner, Yvonne's attention was on Tucker, so she didn't notice a man passing by.