The grand hall downtown was packed with over a hundred guests dressed in expensive formal suits and black silk dresses. High above the polished wooden stage hung a massive American flag, casting a solemn shadow over a pristine, white custom-built casket surrounded by white roses. Arthur stood near the front row, wearing his signature beige suit and grey tie, shaking hands with local judges, bank executives, and corporate directors, putting on a grand show of heartbreaking grief.
Tyler arrived with his aunt, quietly stepping into the room while keeping his hood pulled low over his forehead. He watched Arthur wipe fake tears from his cheeks while talking to a wealthy investor about taking over the family trucking firm. Every laugh and fake gesture made Tyler's blood boil with rage. He looked at the heavy white casket sitting on the stage. It was locked tightly with silver latches—latches that were never standard for a normal burial casket.
As the memorial music played through the speakers, the master of ceremonies stepped up to the microphone, inviting Arthur to give the final eulogy. Arthur walked up the steps with a confident smirk that only Tyler could see, resting his hands gracefully on the wooden podium. He began speaking in a smooth, somber voice, praising Sarah's hard work while reminding everyone present that he was now the sole surviving legal guardian of the entire family estate.
Arthur: Sarah was a wonderful girl, but her sudden loss reminds us all how fragile life is. As her loving stepfather, I will take full responsibility for her legacy and manage the family affairs honorably.
Tyler: You are a liar!
The loud, cracking voice rang out across the silent hall, echoing against the high marble walls. Every head in the room turned instantly toward the aisle as Tyler unzipped his backpack and marched straight toward the stage, holding the heavy metal crowbar tightly in his right hand. Arthur's face tightened into an angry, vicious scowl as he stepped away from the microphone to intercept the boy.