Midnight. Grim Reapers were supposed to be asleep at this time, but there was no real rule against it. It was a... “recommendation” at best, or so they say. They’re always watching anyway... But Grelle was never one to obey rules.
Besides, she needed answers.
She knew that Phantomhive brat was asleep by now—human children need their sleep, right?—as well as the other humans. Reapers needed sleep too, and especially Grelle as she counted this time as her beauty sleep. However, this as too important...
It damaged Grelle’s pride to seek help like this, but she saw no other option. She was beginning to not know who to trust in the Reaper World, not that she had any friends to begin with—except for Ronald. He was fun and wasn’t freaked out by her. She was just ahead of her time....
Phosphorescent eyes watched the manor before her as she sat in a nearby tree. She knew that devilish butler will come out soon enough, most likely to shoo her off. But she needed his assistance. Who else may be able to answer her question if not for a who-knows-how-old demon?
@amyriad

















