The young reaper was still getting used to her ob, it wasn’t everyday that you died and was offered a position working for death himself. The job was confusing, she had often made mistakes and had gotten reprimanded, which was scary as hell. Since she had to work in hell guiding souls. Total bullshit.
Today though she was hereto collect a soul, she just hoped it was the right one, she’d made that mistake before. Oh well, here goes nothing. “Hi, My name is Daisy, I’m a Reaper. You’re dead and I’m collecting your soul.” Her voice was obviously trying to be sure of it’s self, trying to be firm and even.
Daisy tried to smile, her eyes sad as she looked at the other. “I’m very sorry about this, but please cooperate.”