A young girl, aged 21 lays dead in a mahogany streaked coffin. Her cadaverous features seems as if she has smothered on too much powder, a stark contrast to her jet-black locks. A serene look masked on her face as she remains in her state of repose.

Encircling her body is an abundance of velvety and variegated flowers in an appeasing cluster. A pleasant scent of peonies lingering along the dew-kissed leaves.

Weeps of despondant citizens can be heard from miles away as torrential rain hammered the skyline. It's as if the once illuminating sun has knocked over a bucket of dye, painting the sky in a lachyrmose hue. And in the admist of the dolorous grief stands a man who looks peculiarly out of place.