Adira walked into the house, on her body was a lengthy black dress with long sleeves on both arms and a little ribbon used to beautify her hair which was made into a bun.

The atmosphere was busy with a tidal wave of people moving round and at the corner of the large hall sat some skilled instrumentalists who calmed the atmosphere with their melodious songs..

Yet even with the busy atmosphere, the smell of sadness and pain filled the air, the scent of it striking the same feeling into everyone who stepped in. She stepped inside, her eyes were already wet as she wasn't an exception to the feeling...