The rain felt distant in every aspect, even as it ran freely over your body, soaking the expensive mourning suit. The tombstone was drenched, taking on a dull color from the water. People began to leave, but not you. You never thought it would hurt so much to lose your father, but there you were, observing and coming to terms with it. The assets were yours, but that no longer mattered.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, barely pulling you out of your trance.

"We have to go."

Your father's chauffeur, Ghost, was there. You didn't even know why, but he was, carefully holding an umbrella over your head.

"Let's go."