Third-person POV
Electra closed her father's coffin after staring at the ashes for a while longer, her movements slow, as if she was forcing herself to accept something she didn't fully understand. The lid came down with a final sound that echoed more in her chest than in the room, and for a brief moment, she kept her hand resting on it, her fingers pressing lightly against the surface.
There was no emotion on her face, nothing visible that could tell anyone what she was feeling, but the silence around her carried an indescribable intensity, and it was clear that something inside her had shifted, even if she couldn't name it. After a second, she let her hand fall to her side and turned away, her attention moving to the figure sitting a few feet away from her.
