The Masked Killer: Epilogue

This is the epilogue that I've planned since one point in a chapter.

She walked up, the flowers in her hand. She bent down and placed a rose on each gravestone, her lilac eyes watery. It had only been a week since she had killed the Masked Killer, but Yang didn't want to leave them alone.

"Hey guys," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I got him. He's gone. I feel like I got him too late. I failed you all." Yang put her head down, trying to keep herself somewhat together. "I'm so sorry."

"Here to pay your respects to the dad?" Asked a voice from behind her. Yang wasn't that surprised, given that a huge memorial had been set up.

"I'm here to pay respects to my friends," she replied. "Are you here for the same purpose?"

"In some ways."

"What's that supposed to me?"

"Nothing much. It's a terrible thing that happened here." Yang was silent. "Are you Yang Xiao Long?"

"Yes."

"Ah excellent. You're the one who killed my brother." Yang immediately stood up and looked back at the man speaking to her. She saw a man with an identical robe to the Masked Killer, but it was white. The left side of his face was covered by a mask.

"What do you want?" Yang's anger was starting to boil. Her Ember Celica had triggered on her wrists.

"No need for that. There's no lost love between me and my brother. He took one road, I took the other." Yang's guard hadn't lowered.

"What do you want?" She repeated.

"I understand why you don't trust me. I can't say I would. But I do want to ask you a question."

"And what would that be." Yang was ready to fight at any point.

"If I told you I could bring them back, how far would you go?"

End: This is the end of the Masked Killer, but obviously I have more plans for this plot line. I know it's short, but that's kind of the point. I also got this done a lot faster then I thought. Questions, comments, and feedback are appreciated.