It was a summer morning , and sun was slowly rising from the horizon and starting to shine over the walls of capital , however this was not driving away even slightest amount of attention from the blacked - haired girl who was gazing at the strangely shaped stone in front of her. The only special thing about the stone was a single word made by shaky hand on the surface of the stone - I.
Akame , we need to go - said Najenda.
With one more look at the stone the girl , now known as Akame walked away in opposite direction of the gravestone , with one last tear forming in her eyes , she knew she still had things to take care of.