Inside a white house located in the middle of the city, numerous people wearing white-colored clothes could be seen going in and out. Despite the number of people, the house remained silent, reflecting sadness in each of them.
"I'm sorry for your loss, Red."
"Condolence, Brother Red."
As Red's former teammates arrived in front of the white house, they greeted Red, who was standing outside the door.
"How are you feeling?" Solar's voice worriedly sounded as she saw Red's current state.
Red's hair was disheveled and so were his clothes. Although he had been taking a bath and was still eating, you would notice that he had lost a little bit of weight in just a short amount of time.
Even though there was no expression on Red's face, his aura was dark and gloomy. He also had huge eye bags underneath his eyes, a sign that he hadn't slept well in the past few days.
