"Hey, stop right there!" A teenage girl wearing a dark cloak and a large scythe was walking to the front entrance of the famous building that held legendary treasures as the guards ran up to her. "You need a permit to get inside, Missy."
The girl cocked her head slightly with a childish giggle. Her eyes were still hidden under her bangs.
"Oh? Will you play with me?" She asked in a voice that sounded like it belonged to an 8-year-old.
"Er…"
The guards were astonished and froze momentarily as she faced them. "I guess not, huh?" The girl said finally as she turned to go inside.
"No." One guard recovered as he drew his gun. "You better not take another step, or we shoot."
The other guards nodded, but an obvious shiver went up their spines as she giggled again.
"Oh, so you do want to play with me!"
With an expert move, the girl's scythe was off her shoulder and pointing at the guard closest to her. Then, before anyone could shoot, she swung her scythe and it connected perfectly with all the heads of the guards. The beheaded bodies fell to the ground. Blood spattered the edge of the scythe, the girl's hands, and her cloak. She licked the tips of her fingers.
"That was fun. Let's do it again some time!"
She walked in, the door unlocking for her with ease. She didn't bother with cameras. She just needed to get what she was looking for and go. Suddenly, she heard a soft voice behind her.
"What are you looking for?"
The girl slowly turned around to see another girl with thick ginger hair, hazel eyes, and a bored expression. She was eating a green apple.
"Do you wanna play with me, too?"
There was a pause. Then, the ginger-haired girl set her apple core on the ledge next to her.
"That's sick." She said in a low voice. "How can you kill people so easily?"
"That's all I know how to do."
"Really? Don't you have any friends?"
"Friends?"
There was another pause as no one answered.
"Yeah. Friends." The ginger-haired girl replied.
"No. Assassins don't need friends. You don't make friends with Death."
"That's just a metaphor."
"No, that's not the case with me."
"You're saying that you're death? Hardly. Isn't death a guy, or otherwise genderless?"
"My name is Midnight. Midnight Moon. Otherwise known as… Death."