Citra knew things wouldn’t be the same the moment she became a Scythe’s apprentice. Scythe Faraday refused mingling with her old life but one day he accepted.

Citra sat in her friend’s apartment, her apprentice armband darkening the room. She watched quietly as you try and speak with the Thunderhead. This was already a weird sleepover.

“You know it won’t talk while I’m here.” She said quietly. “The Thunderhead won’t communicate with you while a scythe is here.”