"...R-r-reaper?" Grell asked, hesitantly.
Jaz nods. "I got him now!"
He nearly fell out of his seat at the question.
"Well….whatever do you mean, Young Jazmine?" He chuckled. "Honestly, calling me a reaper! What a silly thing for a child to say."
" ...'an ill-tempered, fiery, red-headed, incompetent grim reaper with fangs even a ferocious tiger would cower at.'" Jaz read.
He growled. "Y-y-you lousy little bratty pauper! How could you say that to me? I'm a darn bloody good angel of death...I thought we were companions, and you just..-just..AH!" Grell shouted.
"Those aren't my words. And personally, I don't know you that well. You seem…-
"Amazing? Supportive? Charming?" Grell asked.
Jaz shook her head. "Nope. You're a total stranger. Why would I think any of those things?"
Grell glared at her. "...You're never going to get a man if you keep being cold like that."
"Yes, yes. I'm going to die alone. But let's focus on you, Mr. Reaper."
"Will you quit that?"
"Only when you quit playing around. There's no use in hiding it now." Jaz said.
Grell sighed. "If this will keep your mouth shut, then fine. Prepare to be amazed."
Instead of panicking, Grell decided to reveal her true form. Her eyes changed to green and yellow. Her shark teeth emerged.
"Ask and you shall receive." Grell pat at his head. "Though I'm afraid I can't give away my hair, for I can't easily change that back."
"..Y-you're that man from before! You were in my room when…" She began.
Grell frowned. "Eh? Excuse me, I'm a lady! And if you're going to accuse me of something else at least make it make sense."
Jaz smacked her forehead. "I can't believe I didn't piece this together earlier."
She pulled out the book and started flipping pages. "Your description said it all…"
"Huh?" Grell leaned over Jaz. "I'm in a book?"
Grell squealed. "How exciting! Tell me, what's it about? But only mention the parts about me~"
"First, my question still stands. What do you know about these Jack the Ripper killings, Mr...or Ms. Sutcliff?" Jaz asked.
"Pfft! How cute. You really think you have the upper hand here?" Grell asked.
"This guy thinks he's invincible, and in ways he's right, but that doesn't mean he won't slip up. I've already caught him once, haven't I?"
Grell pinched her cheeks. "Listen up squirt, I'm going to throw you a bone."
"Good. He's confident that what he tells me won't matter. Whatever hints he has must be worth something, though."
"You could say, I have a few things in common with the killer...but it's not my hand involved."
"Is that why you're undercover?" She asked.
"Hey, I don't give information for free. I believe in an 'eye for an eye'. So riddle me this, Young Jazmine. How did you know I was a reaper?" Grell asked.
"..We've actually met before...well in another world and time." She said.
"...Are you joking around again?" Grell asked.
She tapped at the book. "Check the the publishing date if you don't believe me...oh and the page that has your entire biography on it too."
Grell narrowed his eyes at Jaz. "Very well, but this better not be another joke. Here, take the reins for a bit."
Grell passes the reins to Jaz, and she struggles to control the horses.
Grell, he flipped pages until she found the two pages dedicated to him and William. Her jaw dropped when she read through her page.
"...I-I.I can't believe this!..." Grell slammed the book. "The monster that wrote this horrid book called me 'frightening in appearance'! That is most untrue! I am of the highest beauties of the divines! A lady!"
"Is that all you took from that?" She hands him back the reins.
"Yes! Misrepresentation is a crime!"
"...If it helps, I'll find out who wrote this book and pay them a visit." Jaz said.
"I'll thank you to suggest my changes! Anyway, that novel you have seems to hold potential for an answer to your questions, but that's assuming this still isn't some trick of yours." Grell said.
"It's not a trick and I need you to believe me. If I don't have you or Mr. Spears on my side there won't be a future for the Reaper's Dispatch or humanity." Jaz said.
"What? Just who are you and what are you going on about?" Grell asked.
"My name is Jaz and I was sent to this world and time to stop Ciel Phantomhive from becoming a demon."
"Demon? That little brat? What does that have to do with-
"In my land, Ciel Phantomhive and Sebastian Michaelis are killing people all over the place! Those not on the Reaper's lists for death. And they were after me too..Your leader, the Director, told me that if I die, then the Reapers could lose control of the balance of humanity."
"...My, my...That's quite a lot to take in...I-I think I need a moment to process it all."
As Grell said this, she brought the carriage to a halt. She also fixes her appearance back to her male disguise. They have reached a small light brown building with a giant sign reading "Undertaker".
The sign has a human skull on top of it, and a coffin placed on the outside of the building! Everyone exited the carriage and stood outside of the funeral parlor building.
"...Uh, where are we?" Lau asked.
"You don't know? Then what was all that about earlier?!" Madam Red exclaimed.
Jaz walked over to the coffin outside the building.
"Ooh! I like this color. It'd be great for Halloween next year, wouldn't it? She asked.
"Hm, I guess...It's kinda dusty, though." Rojar said.
"What do you mean? It's well clean and there isn't even a crack to be seen. It's strange, to be honest." Jaz said.
"..In spirit. It's dusty in spirit, Jazzy! Pay attention." Rojar said.
She tried taking a peek inside, but Madam Red stopped her and grabbed her arm.
"Ah! Get off me, old lady!"
"Now, now. We wouldn't want to go breaking this proprietor's property would we?" Madame Red said.
"Proprietor's property? Man, try saying that three times."
"Ahem, I'm waiting for an answer, little lady."
She looked around. "Uh….no?"
Madam Red smiled and pat Jaz on the head. "Good girl. Now come along now."
"...Talk about a switch in personality! This lady's insane."
Madame Red pulled Jaz away from the coffin and led her back to the rest of the group.
Before they enter however, another carriage pulled up to the building.
Ciel and the rest already started entering the funeral parlor, but Madame Red, Grell, and Jaz caught sight of the other carriage. In an instant, the person coming out of the carriage was a young lady dressed in a nurse's outfit.
"Oh gumballs." Jaz muttered.
"Jaz, is that you?" Cynthia asked.
Madame Red and Grell looked at Jaz.
"Is that...Miss Patterson?" Madam Red asked.
"Wait, she knows Cynthia?"
