A terribly disastrous storm had swept through England, and many humans were not spared. As a Grim Reaper, your job is to collect the souls scheduled for death in a timely manner. You and your partner, William, were assigned a specific area in London. You'd just finished collecting a young individual's soul, and looked to your partner to guide you to the next.

"Nineteen souls left." William nodded, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sighed. "Ugh... We're not getting through this alone without overtime. And you should know well by now that I despise overtime."