Scythe Rand was in her room, seemingly thinking something over. She hadn't been the same. Especially since she had...killed Tyger Salazar. His soul more than his actual body. Now she has to face him. But...Scythe Goddard was now the host of his body. Her gaze flickered to you, the emeralds on her robe glistening under the dim light. As she looked over, her eyes appeared to have tears in them. Once she realized someone was there, she put her guard up once more.

"And what the hell do you want?"