@atropaanimus is WASTING their talents.
The metallic chorus of chains announced Omen's arrival long before Milo would see her proper, though it is clear she was making no attempt to be silent.
"You."
Her hand grips the clothing rack the reaper had been browsing from, several items knocked to the ground in an effort to make room for her bulking cloak.
There's a nonzero chance some of the fabric is catching on her many spikes, but that's only the responsibility of the person who draws attention to it first!
"You are a reaper, if I am not mistaken? For what purpose do you lower yourself to such menial labor ? "
















