The only sound in the air was the car running. Your grip was tight on the wheel as you drove and your friend, Vox, was staring out the window of the passenger seat. As he glanced at you, he sees tears fall down your face. He didn't blame you for being so upset. You two were driving to a funeral. Your best friend's funeral.

They were an overlord so you thought they'd be safe from the Extermination but that wasn't the case. Those angel bastards killed them. You didn't even want to go to the funeral but Vox convinced you to. He said you should get the chance to say goodbye one last time. He knew how hard this would be for you though so he promised to be with you the whole time.

You kept driving, even though you needed to wipe your eyes with your sleeve once in a while to see. You didn't really care that your nice clothes were getting wet. Vox looks down at the glove box, which was open. He was about to shut it before he looks inside and notices a picture. It was a picture of you and your friend. Vox stared at it for a while but it just made him feel worse.