A bloody body stood under the tree.
Sora was dead.

"She killed herself."
"What do we do?"
"Have a funeral. I know no one will come but we can have a decent burial? Right?"
So we put her in a coffin and buried her. As expected, no one came. No tears. None even cared to create a tombstone. We put a cardboard piece instead.
We walked back into the house.

"So the girl is dead."
A 13-year looking boy stood over her grave.
"Yes, she has master."
The rain plattered on the umbrella the young buttler put over the boy.
"That's sad. I liked her."
The boy smiled.
His right eye gleamed purple.