Ch. 1: Inspiration
London was home to a variety of people throughout the years, including supernatural beings. One such person sat on the rooftops watching the sunrise. But Theresa Blackheart didn't care for the blending colors as the sun slowly resurfaced above the horizon. The scene was so familiar to her eyes it was almost boring, much like her current job. Every day it was report to dispatch, not be given an assignment, be laughed at by her coworkers, and spend the day doing practically nothing except wonder if she would ever get to use her death scythe.
Being a reaper was lonely enough, since the only people she was able to talk to were other reapers, and those conversations were often short and one-sided. But being a female reaper, she was even more of an outcast. Most female reapers stayed in the library or worked in administration, except for her; Theresa had wanted to be out in the field, doing what reapers were supposed to do. She had gotten her wish, but at the cost of never being given an assignment. Will denied it every time, but Theresa could tell he was sexist. There was nothing she could do about it, though, so she followed her routine, hoping that one day she would have the chance to prove she was capable of completing field tasks.
Theresa sighed, and a gentle breeze picked up, blowing her snow white bangs into her field of vision. As she brushed the hair behind her ears, she felt something hit her leg. Looking down, she saw it was a newspaper. Since there was nothing better to do, Theresa picked it up and started to read, taking into note it was the most current issue. The headline read, "Serial Killer Strikes Again!" Theresa scanned the article, her thoughts still elsewhere when suddenly it dawned on her. There was a serial killer on the loose; during training she learned serial killers were practically always on the 'To Die' list(Well, every human was, but that was beside the point.). If she could reap this guys' soul, she could prove that she was a qualified reaper, and then maybe she would finally be treated as an equal and given assignments. Theresa jumped up with excitement, but stopped herself suddenly. She had absolutely no information about the killer or his victims, which meant she had no way to find him. 'Great,' she thought. 'Now what?' she sat back down and thought for a while before she had another epiphany. She might not have any intel, but Scotland Yard would. With some sweet talking she might be able to get somebody to give her some information.
Then it was settled; Theresa would find this serial killer and show that she was a true reaper. As the sun crept over the last buildings on the horizon, Theresa felt a new sense of hope with the rising dawn.