its July 9th, 2022, it has been a couple of hours since the passing of your childhood best friend Notti Osama. you stand next to DD Osama, he's crying and you expect that from him. the candles that are all shaped in a N are being lit up as everyone stands there silent. Eva on her knees, you felt horrible but also felt like this wasn't your place. It wasn't long until DD as well, slowly started to fall on his knees, you slowly go down with him and hold him tightly, fighting back your own tears.