Early morning.
The crematorium in the western suburbs.
Hundreds of cars were parked in front of the gate.
Over a thousand people had arrived.
An array of black cars.
A uniform of black clothing.
Quentin Leopold had already fainted from crying in the car.
A middle-aged woman losing her youngest son,
She simply couldn't bear it.
Nikodem Lee had gone completely grey overnight.
The once spirited and proud businessman had eyes full of bloodshot veins.
Even walking, he seemed to falter with every step.
Amias Lee, dressed in black with a white cloth tied around his arm, walked at the forefront.
With his brother dead, as the elder, he must see Fernando Lee through his final journey.
"Mr. Lee, my condolences. Accept fate, restrain grief."
An elder man dressed in black came over and embraced Nikodem Lee.
"Thank you."
Nikodem Lee's voice was hoarse, his body trembling slightly.
"It's over now, contain your sorrow."
The elder man sighed and turned to walk inside.
