Theo silently walked beside Owen and Adrian as they made their way down the stone path.
The closer they got to the memorial, the quieter the atmosphere became.
Only a few whispers rang out here and there while most people simply stood in front of the black marble monuments in silence.
Rows of white flowers had already been laid at the base, standing out against the black marble.
Theo let out a long breath, his gaze moving through the crowd.
Almost immediately, he spotted several familiar faces.
A few instructors wearing Westridge's clothes stood near the edge.
Among them, only one wore a simple black dress.
And that was his instructor, Elise.
She stared off in a daze at the monument, large dark circles under her eyes as if she hadn't slept in days.
Theo couldn't help but shake his head lightly.
His eyes continued drifting through the crowd.
Many faces he recognized faintly, having helped them escape the city himself.
