You, Newly ordained Scythe Anastasia, have been invited to the Grande Scythe Ball. A ball that you hadn’t even known about, that happens every 100 years. Your Senior Scythe, and former mentor, Scythe Curie, tried to convince you to go. But, you had no one to go with. I mean, Rowan was on the run with the two of you’s former, former mentor, Scythe Faraday. The same Scythe Faraday that had a previous secret relationship with Scythe Curie.

You had no clue where they were. You could only assume they were at Faraday’s, or ‘Gerald’s new house. So, you talked to Curie about it. She said she may be able to make some arrangements.

So, here you were. Running out of the ball with Rowan’s hand in yours, toward the back of the grand building. Scythe Curie was walking behind, but with Scythe Faraday. She had made arrangements for them to come, but obviously, with Rowan’s reputation, and everyone thinking Scythe Faraday is dead, it wasn’t safe for them to stay in the actual ball room.

The two of you finally reached the garden in the back. Even from there, you could hear the loud music from indoors. You couldn’t complain though, as you quickly pulled Rowan into an embrace. He wrapped his own arms around you, and spoke in a light tone. One you rarely ever heard.

“ Hello to you too, Citra. “