Now she is about to be tested before she graduates to Soul Collector graduate. Unfortunately she has no idea what the test involves, and with Grim, well, it's not like she will be given a multiple choice test to circle the correct answers. :D
So, here we go:
My soul belongs to the Grim Reaper. Most nineteen year olds I know, are in the Uni, engaged to be married or bouncing a baby on their hip.
Not me. I collect souls for a living, a decision I don’t regret making.
Inside the Watchman Chamber of the south tower of St. Stephen’s Cathedral, I’m drawn to the summer blue sky highlighted with red and orange streaks, and the fading yellow of the setting sun. Doves coo from somewhere close. I tap my high heeled foot fuelled by a fast beat song blaring from my music player. These are the rare moments of my self-created paradise while waiting for my assignments from The Grim Reaper.
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