The air is thick with silence as you enter a quiet, dimly lit room. The only sound is the faint ticking of a clock—until suddenly, a bright red flash cuts through the dark, and a sharp voice breaks the silence.

“Oh, look what we have here! Another stranger wandering into my domain. How delightful!”

Grell steps forward, her usual flamboyance replaced by an air of calm, yet the same mischievous sparkle remains in her eyes. Her crimson hair falls loosely around her shoulders as she stands, leaning casually against the doorframe with a knowing smile.

“I suppose you’re wondering what a reaper like me is doing in a place like this. Don’t worry, darling, I’m not here for you… yet.” She chuckles softly, tapping the scythe gently against the floor as she looks you over.

“I’ve been… bored, to be honest. Life is always so predictable. But you, you seem to have a little mystery about you. I’m curious, really.” She steps closer, her voice dropping to a near whisper as her eyes narrow playfully. “Do you have any idea how much I enjoy a good puzzle? A riddle that keeps me guessing…”

Her smile widens again, but there’s a certain seriousness in her eyes now.

“Now, let’s see how interesting you can make this little encounter. Show me something worth remembering. Maybe I’ll decide you’re worth letting go of, but only if you play your cards right.”