Grell is enjoying tea, looking at all the pretty blooming red and pink roses. Grell is minding her own business, lost in her thoughts and wonders. The rustling wind and soft rain is masking all of Grell's sounds such as her breathing and as well as the other noises.

Grell watches the rain drip and drop in a rhythmic pattern, Grell didn't mind getting soaked in raindrops. Grell smiles to herself, she enjoys just being in her own solitude. The Red Reaper hummed a soft and sweet song to herself.