"Ghouls, ghouls, ghouls," she sang softly, skipping through the rain-soaked streets, her boots splashing in the puddles left behind. Blood dripped lazily from the blade of her scythe as she stretched and yawned. "They’re so easy to kill, but so... boring," she mused, twirling the weapon in her hand. "Easy to kill, easy to track. The tricky ones are more fun, but they never come out of hiding!" She pouted, her voice carrying no further than the empty alleyway.

Pausing, she picked up a dead bird, holding it up to her face. "Wouldn’t you agree, Mr. Chirpy?" She blinked expectantly, only to huff in disappointment when silence greeted her. "Ugh, you're no fun either." With a careless flick of her wrist, she tossed the bird aside and resumed her playful stride. "Whatever. I’ll find a challenge eventually. Maybe then I’ll stop being so bored!" Her voice trailed off into the mist, as her eyes gleamed with restless anticipation.