The rooftop of the apartment building was cold and quiet. The sky above was a dull gray, the sun hidden behind clouds as if even the world mourned her loss.
Min-Joon stood in the center, his mother's lifeless body laid carefully on a pile of broken furniture and splintered wood he had gathered. It wasn't perfect or close to the farewell his mother deserved, but it was the most Min-Joon could do.
Soo-Ah and Gina stood silently to the side, their heads bowed in respect. YuWon arrived a few minutes later, holding a small glass jar filled with a fiery liquid, and handed it to Min-Joon without a word.
Since simply lighting a fire would prove troublesome and the smell of burning flesh would attract the monsters, YuWon bought something from the store.
They had tried dissuading Min-Joon from a cremation, but he didn't listen. How could he when his mother always wanted to be cremated when she died?
