She sighed as she walked into Death City. Standing right outside the place, she looked up. Wearing an eyepatch over her left eye, her braid swaying in the Sierra Nevada wind. Death City. It's been a loooong time. She had many old friends to meet after graduating and becoming a Death Scythe. She smiled a bit, seemingly lost in memories as she closed her eyes.
Speakers blared in the distance as a loud engine ceased it’s noise. And exiting said vehicle was a dressed priest who grasped a holy object in his hand, viewing the marvelous scenery that he loved very much.
✞”Magnifique!!! Oh Lord, how I always find myself in awe at such a holy land!! I just can’t help myself in such a sight!!”










