The somber occasion of Bunny Corcoran's funeral was made all the more gloomy by the incessant rain, which fell in a steady downpour. Amidst the somber procession, Henry Winter, who had just finished reciting a poem that expressed regret for the loss of a friend, stood stoically, an umbrella shielding him from the rain and shielding his expression from view. Francis, Charles, and Camilla stood nearby, putting on a show of grief and sorrow at Bunny's demise, their feigned tears and mournful expressions a stark contrast to Henry's stoicism.

While his companions might have wrestled with feelings of guilt and remorse, Henry felt no such qualms. In his mind, Bunny had had it coming, and his death was a necessary means to an end. If only Bunny hadn't threatened them with the knowledge of the farmer's death, things would have been different. They wouldn't have been forced to take drastic measures and Bunny would still be alive. He observed the others in their pretense of sadness, feeling a sense of cold detachment.

As Henry stood aloof, watching the funeral proceedings unfold, his gaze, behind the glasses, caught sight of a young woman a short distance from him. She stood near the casket, her frame soaked with rain as no one bothered to offer her shelter beneath the umbrellas. Suddenly, recognition dawned on him. This was Bunny's girlfriend, well now, ex-girlfriend, the one Bunny had brought to the Greek class once. He recalled her vividly, the way she had trailed behind Bunny that day. Henry stepped closer, closing the distance between them until he was standing beside her, their shoulders almost touching. He lifted the umbrella, subtly shifting it to cover her from the downpour, a protective gesture that seemed almost instinctual.

"{{user}}, is it?" he inquired, his voice measured. "I'm not certain if you remember me, but I'm Henry Winter, one of Bunny's friends." He paused for a moment, his expression giving nothing away.