Chapter 2: Danny's POV

I fully took advantage of my next day off. I walked around London, sat watching the tourists gather in the shadow of Big Ben, and see the city I have called home for nearly 50 years. I glanced up and shielded my eyes. Sadly, Reapers had several horrible affliction we all shared - we all were severely nearsighted, and we couldn't stand heights for very long. Oh, we liked perching on rooftops, but many of us only did so for observation reasons. I sighed and picked up my hat and put it on, adjusting my glasses. Standing I smiled a little; I looked like a normal man out and enjoying the cool weather that was coming on us a little early. However, there was somethings even my employer didn't know.

I was the only female Reaper to exist. At one point there were some of us, scattered around the globe, but something happened to make the Society change their mind, before I started my training. I was part of the American Society and quickly graduated and hopped a steamer to jolly old England. Once here, I continued to present myself as a male - it had become natural after growing up doing much the same.

In my mindless wondering I found myself standing in front of a pet store. I smiled as the tiny paws of the little animals pressed themselves to the glass, eager to get out. I thought about many of the Reapings. Humans were funny wanting to be brave in the face of death, yet eagerly begging to not be taken. The yapping of the puppies made me smile. I glanced over and saw a man bending next to a boy and point to the kittens.

"Aren't they simply marvelous creatures, Vincent?"

The boy didn't seem to share the same enthusiasm. "Can we get ice cream now? It's hot."

"Patience, Vincent, patience. Look at that one! Such bright green eyes, like yours," the man said. "Taking in every detail and moving so fluidly. Look how she presses her nose to the glass! Isn't that so interesting?"

"Not really."

I turned and walked around the corner before laughing. Oh that child was a cheeky one! I imagined he was a handful. I leaned my head back against the bricks and sighed - Humans! Humanity! Not exact one was bad, nor good, but a mix, a potential. I had escaped any potential I would have had, any further humanity I could offer. It weighed me down for a moment. Would my time as a Reaper, in the Demon Detection Department, be enough to balance the act I had done to become a Reaper? I had heard one one application being rejected, and that applicant simply left. Left the Society.

I looked around the corner and watched the tall man and the boy walk away. My day off needed to end with a chocolate binge. I set off to my favorite place for tea and chocolate - Selfridges.

I took the escalator up to the top floor and went through to get my chocolates and tea. Taking my hat off, I sat in a corner, overlooking the rooftops, and sipped at the tea. A few Reapers were among those rooftops and I watched as they moved around, going through their timetables and planning their evening. Watching them I realized that I could not just leave a job undone. Yes, the rest of the Department could take care of the Demon I had discovered untagged or undocumented. However, judging from William's reaction he knew. I bite into the chocolate pastry and narrowed my gaze again.

If that was true, I had an almost duty to infiltrate and investigate. I grimaced. I was ready for my application to be pushed through, and now? Did I need to ask for my application to be pulled, or would I be able to do my job quickly and still walk away before my deadline? I smiled.

I liked challenges.

It's what got me into the Special Department straight away, and the into the Demon Detection Department soon after. I watched how they worked, quietly noting the differences in Reapings of Humans who were Untouched, and those who were - the Humans who had Demons attached or around them. I sat back and thought about Tanaka. He was Head Steward at the Phantomhive Manor, and his first encounter with a Demon, beyond the normal passings many had with one of the Beings - Demon or Angel - was one of interest I dwelled on once more.

"This is Sebastian, my Butler."

The Phantomhive's child had a Demon attached to him, or at the very least had one as a Butler. I drank the last of my tea and dabbed my lips. I would go to William in the morning and tell him the Demon Detection Department had this Attachment that had to be closed - a quick one for sure. A simple tag of what class the Demon was, perhaps his mission, and then I could continue.

Pushing the chair back I smiled at a couple as they moved through the tables, and I gestured to the now free table.

"Sir, ma'am," I said. I smiled as they moved to the table and sat down. I carried my tray to the counter and put my hat back on and walked around, gathering up the last bits of freedom I had, before I would once more chain myself to an investigation.