The Pinnacle Of Life

Before Alex Rockefeller could put any clothes on Phoebe Larsen, an overwhelming pressure descended upon the building.

A voice that sounded like rumbling thunder permeated the air. “Who did that? Who dared to kill the son of Colton Lawrence?!”

The voice sounded loud and angry.

It was almost as if a thunderstorm had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Never mind this building, at this point, even the surrounding streets could hear it clearly. All the tall apartment buildings shook and trembled.

By then, it was already late at night. Although many people were already asleep, they were rudely awakened by the noise.

If there was anyone who could sleep through all that, they could only be described as odd.

“What happened? What happened?”

“Is there an earthquake?”

bother putting on clothes?

that, an incomparably

seemed frantic, scrambling away from the tall buildings as fast

be heard in the sky again. “Come

Crash! Crash! Crash!

countless windows on tall buildings. Shards of broken

“It’s a person!”

There’s

causing way too much noise. Why wasn’t our neighborhood informed? Many windows got shattered and

quickly ran out to explain. “There isn’t a film crew here at all! Even if there were, they wouldn’t do it in a place like this. Don’t you

what is

started shouting in the crowd. “It’s real, it’s real. That is a real person. He doesn’t have

clothes, but he was holding a telescope