On the most ordinary day of all, she stood and harvested as she was ordered. She was not a faithful follower and understood that soon her treachery would be caught off guard, but she did not want to have anything to do with the Lamb or his cult, so she pretended.Walking through the beds, she picked further without even hearing suspiciously quiet footsteps from behind and an oppressive and frightening tone that was innocent and humorous.

«How are things going, "my dear, follower "?»