Three weeks later...

The scene at the cemetery was solemn and respectful. The sun shone down gently, casting a warm glow over the gathered mourners. The priest's voice was steady as he recited the eulogy, his words carrying a sense of peace and finality. The gathered crowd, a mix of family, friends, and fellow Marines, stood in reverent silence.

"Eternal rest grant unto her, O Lord, and may perpetual light shine on her. May her soul and the souls of all the faithful departed rest in peace," the priest intoned, his words a prayer for Analisa's journey to eternal peace.

Anthony stood beside his mother, Rena, who was weeping softly. He had been a pillar of strength for her and the rest of the family since the devastating news broke. The Marines, all dressed in their respective countries' Dress Blues, formed a dignified line, a testament to their solidarity and respect for their comrade's loss.

David, Mari, Shino, Igor, Jie, Kang, Felix, Dae, and Michael stood shoulder to shoulder with Anthony, their presence a silent but powerful gesture of support. They had seen and faced much together, but this moment of shared grief was a different kind of battle, one that required a different kind of strength.

As the priest finished the eulogy, he stepped back, allowing Anthony a moment to speak. Anthony stepped forward, his heart heavy but his resolve firm. He took a deep breath, looking out at the faces of those who had come to honor his sister.

"Thank you all for being here today," he began, his voice steady despite the emotions swirling within him. "Analisa was more than just my sister. She was a bright light, full of life and love. She had dreams, hopes, and a spirit that touched everyone she met."

He paused, glancing at the Marines beside him. "She was taken from us too soon, and in a way that no one should have to endure. But in her memory, we must find strength. We must continue to fight for a world where such senseless violence no longer claims the lives of the innocent."

Anthony's gaze returned to his family. "Mom, Dad, we will get through this. Analisa's spirit will always be with us, guiding us, giving us strength. And to everyone here, thank you for your support. It means more than words can express."

With that, Anthony stepped back, allowing the ceremony to continue. The Marines performed a salute, a final honor for Analisa. The flag(due to being a volunteer) that draped her casket was carefully folded and presented to Rena, who accepted it with trembling hands, her tears flowing freely.

The funeral drew to a close, and as people began to leave, they each took a moment to offer their condolences to Anthony and his family. The Marines, too, offered their support, their presence a reminder that Anthony was not alone in his grief.

Later, as the sun began to set, Anthony stood alone by his sister's grave. The weight of his loss felt heavier in the quiet of the evening, but he knew he had to carry on. Analisa's memory would be his guide, and he would honor her by continuing to fight for a better world.

With a final salute to his sister, Anthony turned and walked back to rejoin his family and comrades, ready to face whatever came next with the strength and resolve that Analisa had inspired in him.

Later on...

The atmosphere in the bar was heavy with the weight of grief and the burden of unresolved anger. The owner, used to seeing the Marines in better spirits, watched quietly from behind the bar, giving them the space they needed.

Michael's outburst broke the silence like a sudden crack in a dam. His words hung in the air for a moment, resonating with the unspoken thoughts of everyone around the table.

"Man... Fuck Adam..." he said, his voice filled with a raw blend of frustration and sorrow.

"Fuck Adam..." Igor echoed, his usual calm demeanor cracking under the strain of their collective pain.

"That bastard deserves to rot," David added, his hands clenched into fists on the table.

Mari, her eyes red from holding back tears, nodded in agreement. "What he did to Analisa... he has to pay for that. No one should get away with something so cruel."

Shino leaned back, staring at the ceiling as if searching for answers in the worn woodwork. "We’ll make sure he doesn’t. One way or another."

Jie, usually composed and level-headed, took a deep breath. "We will honor her memory by ensuring he and his kind never have the chance to hurt anyone else."

Kang, Felix, and Dae all nodded, their expressions hardened with resolve. They had all seen too much, but this loss was personal in a way that cut deeper than any battlefield wound.

Anthony, who had been silent, finally spoke, his voice low but filled with determination. "We’ll get them. For Analisa, for every innocent life they taken. They won't escape justice."

The group fell into a somber silence once more, but this time it was filled with a shared sense of purpose. The pain of their loss was still fresh, but it was now channeled into a unified resolve to bring Adam to justice.

The owner of the bar, sensing the shift in the mood, quietly refilled their drinks. He placed the glasses in front of them with a respectful nod, understanding that these warriors needed this moment to bond and reaffirm their mission.

As the night wore on, the conversation drifted to memories of Analisa, each of them sharing stories that brought faint smiles to their faces. It was a bittersweet comfort, but it was enough to remind them that even in the darkest times, they had each other.

And with that shared strength, they knew they could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Shino looked at her drink thinking, "Heard a bunch of Tier 1 guys took Adam somewhere. My best bet their planning a trial for his crimes."

David drank his beer, "He'll get the execution or whatever the Death penalty in Vale is."

"I rather him rot in a cell for all his life. Sure, dying's easy. But would Analisa want that?" Anthony said making his friends look at him. "After I got back state side, I went to a therapist. Then the local pastor at the church. And both said that killing Adam wouldn't bring closure to us and Analisa's soul wouldn't fully rest in peace. I may be not much of a praying man. But pray that Adam is in prison where he'll be judged by the Lord."

The bar fell silent again as Anthony's words sank in. His friends looked at him with a mix of surprise and contemplation, each of them processing what he had just shared.

Shino was the first to respond, setting her drink down gently. "You’ve got a point, Anthony. Revenge might feel good in the moment, but it won’t bring her back. It won’t heal our pain."

David nodded slowly. "Yeah... I guess. Seeing him rot in a cell, knowing he can’t hurt anyone else, that might be the better justice."

Mari wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. "Anthony, you’re right. Analisa wouldn’t want us consumed by hatred. She’d want us to find peace and to live our lives fully."

Jie leaned forward, her eyes filled with a new sense of determination. "Then that’s what we’ll do. We’ll honor her memory by making sure Adam faces justice in the right way. We’ll live our lives the way she would have wanted us to."

Kang, Felix, and Dae all nodded in agreement, their expressions reflecting the same resolve.

Michael raised his glass. "To Analisa. May she rest in peace, and may we find the strength to carry on her legacy with honor."

Everyone raised their glasses, a collective toast to their fallen friend and to the path they had chosen to follow. The clinking of glasses echoed through the bar, a solemn promise to each other and to the memory of Analisa.

Anthony felt a sense of calm wash over him as he looked around at his friends. They had been through so much together, and he knew they would continue to support each other no matter what.

As the night continued, their conversations shifted to lighter topics, the heavy weight of grief slightly lifted by their shared resolve. They laughed, reminisced, and found comfort in each other's company, knowing that they were united in their mission to seek justice and honor the memory of those they had lost.

"Oh Adam is rotting~" said a voice jumpscaring the Marines and making them spit out their drinks.

"JESUS CHRIST!?" Yelled Kang, Felix, Anthony, David and Mari.

"Hello there~" the Angel of Judgment said with a wave.

"Where in the Osaka did you come from!?" Mari asked grabbing a tissue as beer came out her nose.

"And how do you know were here?!" Dae asked as she coughs.

"Do really want to know~?" He said in a giddy way.

"..." Anthony, David, Mari, Shino, Igor, Jie, Kang, Felix, Dae, and Michael said nothing.

Not knowing would help them sleep well.

"I came to say that Adam was transported to Kingsley West penitentiary. You would know that prison, right Towson?"

Anthony's eyes widened, "Oh..." He slowly started smiling, "oh hell yeah."

"Uhh?" Jie raised an eyebrow, "You know that prison?"

"Let's just say a large number of my old friends are locked up in that prison. Said friends also have contacts outside and are very friendly with Analisa. All I can say. They'll keep Adam alive. But he'll be in the prison hospital a lot." Anthony answered with a smirk.

The Angel of Judgment's eyes gleamed with a wicked satisfaction. "Precisely~," he confirmed. "Adam's reign of terror will come to an end, and he will endure a long, slow penance for his crimes."

Anthony leaned back in his chair, his smirk widening. "Looks like justice will be served after all. He’ll get to experience firsthand what it’s like to be at the mercy of others."

David let out a low whistle. "That’s poetic, man. Knowing he’s going to face consequences every day... it’s fitting."

"Indeed," said the Angel of Judgment, almost humming with delight. "I thought you’d appreciate that bit of news. Just consider it a small token of... closure."

The group sat in contemplative silence for a moment, absorbing the information. The unease they had felt around the Angel was still there, but mingled with a strange sense of relief. Knowing that Adam would suffer, in a way that wouldn't involve taking another life, brought an unexpected solace.

Michael raised his glass again. "To justice, then. And to Analisa. May she rest in peace knowing that Adam will never hurt anyone else."

"To Analisa," everyone echoed, clinking their glasses together.

As the Angel of Judgment turned to leave, he paused at the doorway, looking back with a grin. "Sleep well, Marines. Rest assured, Adam Taurus will pay dearly for his actions. And remember, I’m always watching~."

With that, he disappeared into the night, leaving the group with an eerie sense of closure. They had all lost someone dear to them, but knowing that justice, in its own twisted way, was being served gave them a bit of comfort.

Anthony looked around at his friends, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. "We’ll get through this," he said quietly. "For Analisa. For all of us."

One by one, his friends nodded, the bond between them stronger than ever. They would honor Analisa's memory by living their lives fully, supporting each other, and ensuring that justice was served—no matter the cost.

Meanwhile at Kingsley West penitentiary.

Adam was seen showering and dropped the soap.

As Adam bent down to pick up the soap, he couldn't help but feel the weight of the atmosphere around him. The whispers and glances from the other inmates had been constant since his arrival. He knew he was in hostile territory.

Suddenly, a shadow loomed over him. He stood up slowly, turning to see a group of hardened inmates, each with a look that promised trouble.

"Well, well, if it isn't the infamous Adam Taurus," one of them sneered, stepping closer. "Heard a lot about you. Seems you made quite a name for yourself outside."

Adam’s eyes narrowed, his hand instinctively clenching into a fist. "What do you want?" he growled.

Another inmate chuckled darkly. "We just wanted to welcome you properly," he said, cracking his knuckles. "You see, some of us have friends on the outside who had a bone to pick with you. And we owe them a few favors."

Adam tried to back away, but there was nowhere to go. The group closed in, their intentions clear.

"You think you can control us like you did your little gang?" the leader taunted. "You’re nothing here. Just another fish in the pond. And we’re the sharks."

As they advanced, Adam felt a cold dread seep into his bones. He had been feared and respected for so long that he had forgotten what it felt like to be powerless. Now, in the heart of Kingsley West, he was about to learn that lesson all over again.

Outside the shower area, the guards turned a blind eye, their faces impassive. Justice, in this place, had its own brutal way of being served.