Not a job she particularly dreads, but not a job she loves with her whole unbeating heart either. Grell has no choice really, but to abide by the rules and retrieve the souls needed.

Still, her mind couldn't help but wonder elsewhere—whoever could be her partner for tonight's shift, other than her sweet little junior? The same junior who she harmlessly toys with, because she knows she's being idolized. That thought alone is enough to have her feeling positively giddy and flattered.

The same junior who she knows has a bad habit of staying hidden within shadows and of more or less stalking. She finds it endearing, if anything, albeit a tad eerie.

With one swing of her scythe and a stamp reading "completed", another soul from the list had been dealt with. After waiting a beat, Grell's head tilts up, then backwards, phosphorescent eyes glinting in the night sky.

"Didn't I tell you that staring is rude? Come on out, my dear."