prologue
Grell stood, perched on the edge of a London rooftop as a young girl cut across the plaza below, the knife in her hand glinting in the moonlight. She reached the other side and crouched in front of a pig. She raised the dagger and swiped it across the animal's throat, splattering her apron in blood. She then began to carve the remains for dinner.
Oh, how beautiful she was. The way she killed without the slightest hesitation, her cold-blooded eyes as she tore the carcass apart…
His lips split into a malicious grin.
He had found her. The perfect reaper.
