New Hope is as quiet as a Graveyard. It's been almost a whole week since the Compound Massacre, yet still few townsfolk show up to the church to mourn one of their own. Two closed caskets slowly roll out of the front of the church, moved along by young men in suits. On the cover of one of these coffins is a white lily, carved into the wood by some expert craftsmen.

A few people follow behind, mostly friends of the family. As the procession moves behind the church for the burial, a group of eyes follows them from the park. Coco and her two friends.

One of the girls has her eyes closed in concentration, smirking a bit. "They have no idea. Not a damn clue what's coming." Opening her eyes once more, she lets a small chuckle loose as she bounces her short-cut hair in her hands.

Coco snickers slightly, her hands gripping a small, folded piece of paper. Even with it closed, one can plainly see an eye drawn into the white background. "They'll figure it out eventually. Unless she lets us stop them in time."

The last girl rolls her eyes as she files her nails under a tree, not caring to watch the proceedings. "You know she likes the hunt. She won't let them figure it out. It's a lot more fun this way anyway." All three girls smile a bit at that last statement as Coco nods, her eyes fixing on the Orphans with burning hatred as they stroll around the church within the procession.

===== Chapter begins this Friday Afternoon, with you guys able to start anywhere you wish. I'm trying to pick a time at the moment (I'll be mailing ya'll about it later) ======