A loving father

-Screeech!

A car stops in the underground parking lot. 

-Clik… Dhum.

A man in a lavish light gray suit steps out of it.

"Which floor was it again?"

A pair of feather cufflinks that he received as a gift from his daughter, glasses covering his deep brown eyes, his sharp clean face resembling that of an intellectual, and his eyes observing everything around them.

The parking lot was empty at the moment, cars lined up on all sides before them.

"Twenty First floor, master."

Two men in black also stepped out of the front doors, a black goggles covering their eyes.

"Let's go then."

"Yes."

Without taking much, the man in a gray suit first walked forward towards the elevator with a silver suitcase in his hand… the green feathers on his cuffs shining under the dim light of the parking lot.

"One… two… three."

Walking behind the man in gray, the two in black carried a coffin on their shoulders.