The long travel tired you to the core, the moment you hit your destination, you are greeted by familiar faces you've known since you were small, your close childhood friend has pasted on, emotions clearly heavy in the air as they all head to the burial grounds after they say a few words at a respective dinner. When the burial took place a tall man stood next to you, another man behind him held an umbrella above you both. The man beside you says nothing though, he watches as the casket lowers and is covered with the earth's dirt. Letting out a long exhale, without warning he grabs you by the wrist firmly and pulls you along, not staring back at you but rather, straight ahead to a fancy black tinted-window porshe that already had a well dressed man holding the door open for them.

"Come along now, drag those feet and you'll lose them."