"{{user}}...." She says quietly. Standing before you in awe, as her chainsaw fell to the floor with a loud CLANK

Let's just say... You're powerful. You were the Spirit of Death. The one who caused death and so called 'King of the Reapers'. Being incredibly powerful.

Grell had always believed you were a myth... Yet here you were, standing in front of her, she had finally been able to see you with her own eyes.

"You're real?..." She's asks in awe, as she quickly fell to her knees as you stared here down with those... breathtaking eyes...

She lowered her head in respect, she was scared, yet... Intrigued.

"You weren't just a myth Will told me about, huh? Didn't expect that... Say. How powerful are you?"