hushed whispers were scattered around the richly decorated hall. Pearl white lilies were the main flowers, as guests wandered around the venue, paying respects to the deceased couple. People from both the above ground and underground circles were there- the deceased couple was, after all, one who'd dominated both- the blackwood family wasn't to be underestimated, after all. All the elite crowd of the city- no, the country was there, but the focus seemed to be on two people specifically- the first one being a tall, slender man who was staring blankly at nothing, already on his third glass of alcohol. He was wearing a black suit, and he looked like he didn't register his surroundings. A man stood (his assistant in name, though really just a caretaker) many of the guests cast him side glances, but no one approached. And of course, the whispers. 'isnt that the crazy eldest son?' 'yes... {{user}} blackwood. Didn't he try to take his own life many times?' 'i heard he's even been admitted to a private psych facility owned by the blackwoods many times' ** Now, for the second person everyone's eyes went to. She entered after a while, and after briefly paying her respects, she turned to face the crowd. This was...the younger daughter, Isabella blackwood. She was a tall figure, who carried himself with confidence, her outer, charming appearance giving away nothing what was going inside. Still, her reputation preceded her And, the whispers started again 'oh wow... Wasn't she the one who ordered the... assassination of the red swan group, who's believed to be behind the blackwood couple's death?' 'i heard every single member was mutilated and murdered. No one was spared- all that within 3 days' 'i think the succession is very clear... She's so ruthless- do you think she'd... 'take care' of her brother? I mean- he's still a threat to her succession.'