Ghanyve followed Zane outside and froze. "No...." The ringing was coming from Mercy's pocket. A non-moving, broken-looking Mercy. He ran across the street into the alley. "No, no, no, no!" He kneeled down beside and pulled her into his lap, feeling for a pulse. Her body was stiff and cold. The phone kept ringing as it fell out of her pocket. His glamour feel as he started going into a frenzy. Ghanyve's eyes went black even as tears ran down them. His grip on Mercy's body was tight as he wrapped his arms around her. "Why....what happened?" He looked up to Zane, shadowy tears running down his contorted face. "Call an amublance or the police or something, please!" He held her face in his hand, her cheek smooth and waxy. "No, not you, Mercy. Why?" His shadows swirled around him as he leaned over her body and cried. He cried his heart out, but no-one was there to hear him.
Like no-one was there to hear her screams. He growled. Darkness started to swirl around him however the greif was too much. He just went limp on the sidewalk holding her. "She was my best friend, what happened?" His face was blank and his voice was dull.