Far away from lands of Basarisk where all creatures were prohibited to enter, a different act was being played off, a peaceful mourning in a dark cemetery. Red roses were everywhere, around the tombstone, spreading sweet smell in the air. The man standing in front of tombstone was least bothered about everything existed in this world. His eyes laid stuck on the tombstone, reminding some distant memories that were too blurry in his vision. Perhaps, someone cursed like him never deserved a life of love.
Letting out a heavy exhale from his mouth, he hung his head low to stare deeply at the flowers, failing to notice any movements behind his back. Not long after that, the red flowers begun to turn black, lifeless as if they had never seen spring. The man in front of tombstone had a dark face, knowing what was coming on his way.
