The dimmed lights shiver as rain pours from outside. The tables are neatly set. I plopped down next to Travis.

  It's a rare occasion for us to be in a supper like this.

  "Two iced water please." Travis said.

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  The waitress hums and walks off in the distance.

  We feast on sanitized food.

  Rains of blood splatter on the window. Someone fell.

  I glanced down. Her body was left on the platform below us. She looks someone around my age.

  Travis took no attention in the matter.

  "We'll be getting ready to leave soon."

  I can't help but notice a faint scar on his left wrist.

  "Save the mourns for later." He says, "We grieve what we lost."