379 Funeral

Long, slow, woeful, the weather matched the setting. Passing the hospital and driven further inside; they came upon a modest-looking house. One with no additional floors, a six-room hideout. He soon parked next to the curb of the walkway into where the funeral was hosted. Dressed formally, Godfather Renaud stepped out with a cold visage. Crowds were gathered outside for the inside was too heavy a burden to bear. The whimpering of family members forcefully called to assist the parting of those close. It was a feeling Staxius knew all too well, flashbacks of Lizzie's and the other's death came in waves. 

 "Shadow," said Renaud paused before a mask-wearing figure.

 "Godfather," she replied with a nod, "-good to see thou art in good health."

 "For the most part I'm fit as a youth, yet, the vexing old-age creeps ever-so-close."