[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=D4ADD5]Priya Khurana[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/liLU3XDvjxfOw/source.gif[/img][hr][b] [color=D4ADD5]Location:[/color][/b] Funeral Home
[b][color=D4ADD5]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][hr][/center]

The situation growing tenser as the minutes passed, Priya ignored Ryan's dealing with the funeral director and instead, watched as Riley left to go get some air. She didn't know if she should follow or not, given all of this, but perhaps the girl needed someone to confide in. Even Ryan suggested it. But what really cemented it was the children and them asking to see the body. Before and during the operation. All Priya could think was [color=D4ADD5]"[i]"Fuck this shit, I'm out."[/i][/color] Children really were from hell. [color=D4ADD5]"Yeah, let me go see her."[/color]

Priya followed Riley outside. She stood close, but not near her as she wanted Riley to have some room to breathe and think. [color=D4ADD5]"I can only imagine what's going through your head. There's a lot of questions and very little answers. I don't know what is going on, but my gut is telling me that things are not as they appear. At least, not fully. Take a minute to think, but we should get back in there soon and see about putting some meaning to this madness.[/color]