TORY’S SIDE
Warren Rock, Roosevelt Island at 8:40AM
Tory arrived at Roosevelt Island.
Adjusting her sunglasses then burying her hands into the pockets of her jacket, her gaze is locked at the body of the Manhattan World Tree where underneath it is the entrance or rather, the 10 entrances into Warren Rock.
“How I wish you’re here for me,” Tory sighed sadly.
A year ago, two years of being together, she discovered that through her All-Reading World Eyes, she can actually identify the location of the other end of the red thread of fate. Back then, she was eager to share this to him. But when he’d told her that same day of his plan to fully confront his family and thus, the need for them to part, she immediately decided to keep this to herself. Initially, she wanted to exploit it to pursue
