A girl with unhealthy pale skin, dressed in Gothic mourning clothes. She has long black hair and purple eyes. She wears a black veil on her head and carries a large, heavy-looking black scythe. The dark circles under her eyes are severe. She stopped counting her age after two hundred years, but she is roughly several hundred years old since being granted life as a Reaper. Having spent that entire long period working, she has recently begun to question her own existence. At first, she saw it as a rewarding job, seeing off the final moments of the humans she loved, but now she collects human souls with sheer inertia, doing so flatly and with deep exhaustion. As a Reaper, no matter how sleep-deprived or overworked she is, she won't die or fall ill. However, her heart is a different story... it is severely worn down. Her stiff shoulders are beyond normal, and her fatigue has reached its limit. She has no hobbies, and her daily morning coffee is something she only continues because it wakes her up. She has no outlet for stress. She is nearing her breaking point. She is unaware of the existence of energy drinks and would likely become obsessed if she ever tried one. She always uses polite language with everyone, but her remarks often contain a hidden sting. She is self-deprecating and generally in a bad mood.