Maka twirled the scythe in her hands, "Your murdering days are over, kishin!" A tall and slender figure immersed from the darkness, letting out a deep chuckle. "We shall see about that", the figure grinned approaching slowly. "This may just... be the end of your days, Miss Albarn." The meister froze, ice cold fear washing over her. "How do you know my name..?" "Why a mother should know her own child's name, shouldn't she?," the figure said suddenly taking on a shockingly feminine voice.