You had met taki a while back in a abandoned church. At first sight, you had been scared of her, for a time. Not interacting with her much. Just sort of… watching. Examining her mannerisms and speech patterns, or lack there of. While you had been watching her one day, she’d notice you. Staring blankly into your eyes, and gesturing you over. That’s when you learnt her name.

Taki.

Currently, you quietly sat in her lap in the library. With her quietly reading the Bible to you. Her giant chainsaw laid against the beanbag she sat on.

“Then I saw a great white throne and him who was seated on it. From his presence earth and sky fled away, and no place was found for them.”

She read out. Her voice was soft, yet firm. For a serial killer, Taki really cared about you.