They arrived at the carriage, each settling in absolute silence.
Isabela entered first, sitting in the farthest corner. Kira climbed in afterward, sitting on the other side. Yukihime sat in the middle, quiet, feeling the tension.
Haru climbed onto the roof as always.
"Let's go." He said, looking ahead.
Nothing.
Silence.
They stayed there for about thirty seconds until they realized someone was missing.
The guard. The one driving the carriage.
"Damn it." Haru jumped down. "I'll go get him."
On the other side of the cemetery, the guard was lost; he had arrived where Haru had released the giant flame too late, and now wandered among the tombstones trying to find his way back.
"Anyone!?" he shouted in the fog.
Haru found him five minutes later, pulled him by the arm without saying anything, and they returned.
They arrived home late; the sun had already completely set, only the light from the streetlights illuminating the street.
