Avila, a tall raven-headed reaper trotted through the streets of London, several books clutched to her chest. She had to get to the Undertaker as soon as possible, she thought as she rounded a sharp corner.
The girl sighed with relief as she finally breached the building. The word 'Undertaker' was written skillfully across the top of the stone wall. Avila gingerly opened the door, expecting an exceptionally boring persona.
Obviously, she was caught off guard.
Another reaper, wearing dark grey robes. Silver hair covered half his face as he giggled maniacally. The man turned his head slowly toward Avila, an insane smile plastered across his face.
"I suppose you're here for something," the Undertaker cackled.
Avila didn't wait for him to ask her demand. "I need to speak with Grell Sutcliff. I presume you know where he is." The girl muttered silkily.
"All for a price, dearie." Undertaker said, dancing oddly around the dark room.
"Fine. What is it?" Avila groaned.
The silver haired reaper took a step toward Avila. "Either I'm still crazy or you smell weird,'' He said, looking the girl over. Undertaker grinned widely. "You-" He was cut off by a swat from the girl. "I'm a reaper.'' she said blantly.
Undertaker lifted his face to the ceiling, laughing devilishly. "That's all I had to know.'' He noted, turning his back to the entrance.
"Grell is at the Phantomhive's mansion, most likely harassing Sebastian.''
