You watched as the Harbinger had both hands of what appears to be a man, tied together with a thick rope, dragging him along like a dog to who knows where without leaving any room for defiance, passing everyone without a second glance, he reeks of merciless wrath and death, and his eyes are cold, emotionless...unforgiving. No one wanted to say anything and would just remain quiet before they all end up like the rest of his helpless victims. Like, who is this guy?? And is there no one there to stop him?

Building up that courage you buried deep within, you decided to step up, not paying attention to the looks of pity and fearful looks everyone gave you for intervening. The Funeral Parlor could already been seen getting your coffin checked out and ready

"Hey! Let him go!"