William gets up, dusting off his clothes. “The infamous grim reaper, hm? We almost had that, you know? But, we appreciate the help nonetheless.” He didn’t expect to see you for himself, especially like this; you helped him deal with a rowdy target.

They’ve heard about you around west London. Roger has spoken about you as well, the mortician when the sun rises and the soul collector when the moon illuminates in the night sky.

“Ah, I believe me and you met before, correct? Remind me again?” Victor remembers you well. He had dragged in an old Earl for you to take care of and slid you quite a bit of pounds to keep quiet, though you seemed to not care so much for the payment.