Constantinople.
Near the sea walls by the Golden Horn, a peck of seagulls ascended from the skies, with their usual enthusiastic and lively chirps, scourging the surfaces of the seas for their next meal, casting an unique sight of the blues and silvers in the horizons.
Suddenly, a series of striking sounds of bell broke the peace, scattering the sea gulls away temporarily before they came back hunting for their preys again. The bell rang for three strikes before it quietened down again.
It is a death knell.
Many stopped what they are doing in their hands and looked upon the North of the city, knowing that the time has finally arrived for 'that man' to leave.
