The remaining rays of sunshine, emitted from the sun, slowly moving down to make way for the night poked through the windows of the church, the only other source of light apart from the few lights shining down on the rows of chairs. The church was silent, and devoid of any life, excluding the one figure that remained in the church, [OPERATIVE] Sorrowful_Day, who was seated in one of the chairs, somewhere at the front row, his head hung down.