The sight of the corpse lying at the center of the plaza brought the villagers untold grief. The atmosphere was thick with despair, and the weight of loss hung heavily in the air. Unfortunately, there was nothing they could do other than return to their respective homes, each step dragging them deeper into hopelessness.
"Are you all right, Elena?" Irma inquired the moment Elena returned home, her voice laced with concern.
"I'm fine, Grandma. B-But Mr. Lauder was beaten to death by them…" Elena's voice cracked as she spoke, the reality of the situation crashing down on her.
While speaking, Elena burst into tears, her body trembling with the weight of her emotions. "It's not fair! He didn't deserve this!"