At night, there was a place, which was always quiet and also disturbed by no one. And normal people would absolutely not be here at such a time and dressed in such a way to come here.
Because it was not a place where living people could come. It was a place where the dead could rest at last.
"Is this it?"
A young person asked his companion.
"That's it."
Another small built man carefully took a flashlight to shine upon the words on the tombstone.
The words above were a little indistinct at this time. But there were some things pricking at their nerves. If it were not for the lack of money and if they were not on the run, they would absolutely not be here.
This place was the largest cemetery in Sea City, and inside also buried a lot of people who had been resting eternally here.
It was also the place where the living cherished the memories of their dead loved ones. This was the place of the dead, but also the comfort of the living.
