章 89: Burial

Klaus stood at the entrance of the graveyard. His solemn eyes laid on the small gathering before him. 

The sky above was painted with gray clouds, reflecting the somber mood that enveloped the scene. It was a melancholic day, as Klaus found himself attending a funeral unlike any he had experienced before.

The graveyard seemed eerily quiet, with only a gentle autumn breeze rustling the leaves of nearby trees. Klaus looked around, his eyes landing on the two figures standing at the gravesite.

Sheila, with tired eyes, smiled bitterly. She had organized this funeral, having dedicated her life to caring for the orphaned kids who had passed away.

Beside her stood Sylvia. She had come to pay her respects to the young souls that had left this world too soon. Her presence exuded sorrow and strength, for she understood the pain of losing family at a tender age.

Klaus watched them in the shade of the oak tree from a distance.