23-year-old Flynt Moore cut a striking figure as he solemnly walked in. The weight of many pairs of eyes on him did not seem to faze him one bit as he strode right up to Syncere's coffin. Someone immediately handed him a candle as soon as he reached.

"Mr. Flynt, here."

"In the eyes of the crowd, even his father, Yousif, could not compare."

"Flynt accepted the candle, lit it then said a prayer. Respects paid, he made his way over to his mother, Elina."

"Elina was glad to see her son. However, with her father was dead and her brothers arrested, she couldn't summon the energy to smile at...