Yerick drove, taking Wesley away from the house.

It was only then that Wesley realized the place Yerick had brought him to was desolate, with only a small house in sight. The area was so remote that there were no streetlights.

"Yerry, why did you buy a house here?" Wesley asked.

"It's quiet. I like it," Yerick replied.

"It's quiet, alright, but it's so isolated and with no shops nearby. Did you live here before?" Wesley asked.

"Godfather, this is just a place I come to when I want to clear my head. Plus, with a car, it's easy to go anywhere," Yerick explained.

They had been driving for about ten minutes, but through the car window, Wesley still hadn't seen any other residents. It felt eerily silent.

After a while, the car came to a stop. There were lights here now, but they didn't seem like public streetlights.

out. My mom is

got out of the car, and the two of them, holding flowers,

around. The cold wind blew, giving the area a somewhat desolate

was a ring

wasn't the usual cemetery where

Yerick said as he placed the flowers in front of the tombstone. "Mom, I've come to see you. I'm sorry I'm

Wesley. "Godfather, come over here and

at the desolate tombstone before him, he felt a tightness in his chest, making it

a small inscription beside it:

aren't you saying anything?"

is your mother buried here?" Wesley asked, his voice filled with

peace, so she wouldn't have liked being buried in a public cemetery," Yerick explained. "But can people be

can bury whoever I want here. Godfather

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