I'm led inside the apartment complex, past the first gate and into the main square, cobbled, where they've started gathering already. Upstairs in the east wing K. lays dead. the wood furnace crackling red embers that takes me outside past the dead river carpet of dry rocks, round and smooth as arcane eggs and into the funeral service for K. Everyone in the apartment complex is in attendance, a small impoverished choir of veterans and snotty faced children makes their way into the wooden chapel in time for M's intrusion, a stranger still to many she bursts into these ruined walls announcing her decision to move into K's room as soon as it's cleaned and ready. Later that same day she'll question everyone on the circumstances leading to K's death unaware as she is to the extent of her own participation in the events leading to it. From then on you'll find a lot on murder, a lot on psychological coercion in its many guises and plenty on suicide as well, on living up to expectations etc. Learn more