"You're punishing me, brother."
The same words, spoken nearly a thousand kilometers away from Belodia, where the atmosphere was a stark contrast.
While Belodia's small chapel sat bathed in quiet moonlight, filled with sorrow, the rooftop terrace of a luxury hotel in Nodria buzzed with life. Here, power and money reigned supreme.
The man complaining wasn't hurt or upset about anything serious. Dressed in a custom-made suit, he whined to his friend simply because he felt he was getting too many stares.
"Get away from me. I don't want to be dragged into the spotlight with you," Chris muttered, leaning against the bar and scanning the crowd.
Any curious glances aimed his way quickly shifted into polite smiles once he caught their eyes.
'Gossip is hardwired into human nature,' he thought.
