The freezing cold wind of the southern terrain of Gilgal Village whistled through the leaves of a mango tree, plucking some of its leaves and letting them fall on the four figures standing beside the grave with a wooden cross pierced at its head.
Two droplets of rain fell from the sky, drifting and dripping on the canopies of the mango tree, moving calmly and gently on the leaves, and finally landing at the top of the wooden cross.
Among the three young people standing a little bit far from the old woman, clutching her shoulder with her left hand and holding the wooden stick tightly with her right arm.
Jinx, the only young lady, stared at the tip of the wooden cross, jolted her gaze to the old woman, and moved toward her, clearing her throat.
"Please, can we get to meet Fenlore?" she asked in a calm and highly polite tone, but swallowed when the old lady turned a sharp gaze at her.
