Arya watched Neo leave before sighing and leaving herself. She locked the door and pulled on her black leather half jacket. She walked away from the apartment with swing in her step. She had decided to leave her rifle, not having anywhere to hide it. She headed into the city and let herself listen to the songs of the souls around her.<br/><br/><br/>Charity sighed as she stood outside the gate. Her black dress hung across her body like a glove. She had gotten ready this morning thinking she was ready to say good bye to another friend. But her she was and she couldn't even get through the gate. What was wrong with her? Was this not the price of immortality? To watch this you care for grow old and die. Charity shook her head and squared her shoulders. She pushed the gate and started up the walk to the house. She looked at rhe mansion and gave a small smile. She knew houses like these, reminded her of older days. Charity walked in and looked around quietly.<br/><br/>Bray wasn't looking forward to going to this wake. But the mans death was too odd for his taste. He needed to talk to those at the wake. Needed to find out what they all knew. Hopefully he wouldn't be set off. With it being a wake he'd be surrounded by death. He really wasn't looking forward to this at all. Bray pulled on a black button up and tied his red tie on. After wards he grabbed his leather jacket and left his loft. The mansion wasn't far, which meant he might be that much closer to figuring this shit out.