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"Miss?" William called her with the deepest emotion he was capable of. "Do you have something against us taking care of the bodies of your family? We will take them with us and bury them as shinigami in our special graveyard with all the respect they deserve."

She was struck by the reality and suddenly felt sick again. In the struggle to breathe she closed her eyes. A few seconds later she opened them, her vision was blurry with tears again.

She placed her hand on her mouth.

"I am sorry... No, I have nothing against that. Do it." She answered William and quickly left the lobby. Opening her umbrella sharply, she nervously waited for the others to go out.

She was desperately searching for something to distract her from what happened. It was past midnight and absolutely dark in the garden. It didn't bother her at all that her dress was in mud. She walked to the little white fountain, the only thing that she saw in the darkness and staggered, feeling extremely bad.

She wasn't sure that she could stand anymore. This sudden turn of events left her out of breath. She realized that she was disgusted by everything.

She revolted against life. Why is it that some people lived happy, with their families, rich, healthy? Some people were dying from just a cold. Others were abandoned on the streets, fighting to survive the next day. It was all so unfair.

It was true that she was a shinigami daughter. Shinigami were supposed to live forever. Her father made an unusual decision. He broke the shinigami obligation to serve death and gather souls and left his Department. He ended his career, beginning a new life, living among the humans and like them.

So was that a punishment for what he did? For his betrayal towards his own kind. Whatever the motive of this massive murderer was, she was regretting that she wasn't in the living room in that moment. She wasn't there… She was painfully alive now.

Her mind couldn't bear it, she wasn't in condition to think straight at the moment. Her thoughts were a mess. But what if... No, no way. Such thing weren't good to think. If death… But…if death is salvation, why shouldn't she…Could she do that?

It was forbidden to take your own life. Like she cared for any rules right now. Death was such a pleasing exit of all problems. Wouldn't it be great? To end it all once and for all…

"So, it was his father? Teryx Cron?" Someone interrupted her thoughts and she looked back to see a red-haired man with a fancy white umbrella.

My God, these guys haven't got a single drop of tact. Glad it was raining and dark so no one could notice her tears, she tried her best to shake off the thoughts of death that captured her mind and delayed her answer.

"Yes."

He stood there and watched her for a few seconds. Then he suddenly startled.

"Grell Sutcliff, at your service. I've ordered a carriage to bring you to the Department. Because of the rain." He smiled, showing his shark-shaped teeth. "Excuse me, I was told not to lose you out of my sight. I am also supposed to beguile your sorrow, but I honestly have no idea how to do that so I should shut up, right?"

In some other day he would seem funny to her, but she just remained silent and decided to change the subject.

"Mr. Sutcliff, can I ask you something?"

"Yes, of course."

"What kind of person is your colleague? I mean… the wounded one."

Grell opened his mouth, but then closed it. He stared at Ravenna for a whole minute, before he spoke.

"I don't know." He shrugged.

"Excuse me?"

"I don't know. No one knows. He is absolutely isolated in his own world. We don't even know his real name. We didn't know he had a living father until you told us. And it seems he's even crazier than his son."

Ravenna was truly surprised.

"He's fascinated by death, but it seems not in the way his father is." She stated thoughtfully. "He keeps death in high honour, as I heard."

"You've noticed it. Congratulations! Every shinigami does. That's the only thing you'll ever notice in him."

"Hmm. Sorry to tell you that, but women are sometimes more perspicacious than men."

"I know." Grell said very irritated.

They stopped talking for a while, but Ravenna spoke again.

"So… how do you call him?"

Grell smirked.

"Undertaker."

The carriage came and Grell opened the door for Ravenna.

"This man knows where to take you." He said pointing up to the coachman, while she got in. "Don't worry, when you arrive, we'll be there already."

He shut the door.

"We're fast." He winked to her. "Trust me."

Great. Another one, who's out of his mind. She has started to make great friends among mental sick creatures. Or was she the insane one?

The carriage set off and she sunk in her dark thoughts again. Everything led her to one thought that kept appearing constantly in her mind. She wanted death more than anything in these minutes of anguish. She wanted to die and never feel anything again.

She didn't know how long she traveled through London; it was at least one hour. The chaise finally stopped and looked at the big white building through the window. Most of the windows were dark, but a light was still shining in some of them. The view was magnificent, it was probably all made of marble. She exited the phaeton and walked to the entrance.

Grell was leaning on the hard stone in her right, waiting for someone. He jumped up when seeing her.

"Oh, here you are! Hello again. Now. Listen to me carefully!" He stood in her way. "Please stick with me, because it might be a bit dangerous walking around alone. Especially here. The London Department is famous with its lack of women." Grell sighed with sadness. "No one ever counts me, but that's out of the subject now."

"I am not afraid of anyone, sir." Ravenna smiled. "If you worry about that."

"Please! Don't call me that way. I hate that…" He exclaimed. "Just Grell will do. Come, now!"