Being Lady Death was simple. She had known nothing else. She had never had parents or siblings like the souls she had collected. She was simply there to do her job.

So when she felt a sudden burst of energy, and many dead witches, she casually strolled to the site of the massacre where she saw her for the first time.

She had never felt anything like this, never felt so… human?

Rio watches as the girl cries, looking around at the many bodies. Had she done this?