The fog comes down from above touching the ground, the smell of warm rain and peaches. The fog slowly thickens turning into a young girl in a red expensive kimano. The long hem touches the ground, veiling her young delicate face, with red thin lips and dark green eyes.

"Somewhere around here."

The figure glides smoothly gracefully, a dark samurai, her guardian, walks forward towards her. Death surveys the night sky, bored in her routine but content with the new body of the young girl she stole a hundred years ago. Distracted from her work by her thoughts, she mentally chuckled to herself. The samurai stabbed the victim and she took the soul, sending it to hell.

"It's done."