Inside a luxurious bar in Paris, France, a table of people dressed in various attires, clearly not from the same industry or even social class, sat quietly drinking.
Aunt Angel's death and complete disappearance from the world, even becoming the marriage attire of that oriental woman, was too much for this group of French high-level figures to bear internally.
The listeners are a very real presence, including their personalities, actions, and choices, all very realistic. But this time, it felt like some sort of personal pride had been utterly crushed, so everyone gathered together, quietly licking the invisible and untouchable wounds.
Suddenly, everyone present widened their eyes, astonishment showed on their faces unabashedly, because the shock was simply too immense to hide.
"What's going on, what a powerful aura." An old man with a white beard muttered to himself.
