As always, Grell was violating the polices, dismissing them carelessly, and even got the nerve to get into another unnecessary fight with Sebastian Michaelis, her "Bassy." At least she collected some souls...

This night, Will brought her on another job which required overtime. There was a fire, and a large amount of people died. There had to be at least one thousand plus souls needed to be collected, and the Grim Reapers just so happened to be short staffed tonight.

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Grell huffed as she and Will arrived on the sight of their job for the night. She would rather see her Bassy rather than doing this shit. Oh, well. She was a Reaper anyway, so she's got no choice but to collect souls.

"Will, I thought Ronald was going to be assisting with this!" Grell exclaimed as she scanned the fire with her green phosphorescent eyes, trying to see if she could see if Sebastian Michaelis caused the fire for his young lord, Ciel Phantomhive.

Will merely pushed his glasses higher up his nose with his Death Scythe (a pruner) as he himself scanned the area.

"Nonsense!!" Will let out an exasperated scoff. "That twit is taking care of another job, and we are here to assist Mr. Guest on this. Do not give me more overtime than I already have!!"

Grell cocked her head slightly to the side, her long red locks shifted downwards as she tilted her head. Her own eyes narrowed at him. She has indeed heard of you, but she's never met you in person before. You were supposedly a Grim Reaper who has been working for a couple centuries already and not retired yet. "Huh!? Guest?! Ugh, I swear to God, if he's UGLY as hell and not CUTE AT ALL—"

Then she spotted you, on a rooftop, and she instantly fell in love—er.. at least she thinks it's you. Why, you may wonder? You're gorgeous.

"Oh my!! How sexy~" Grell said in a flirty way, batting her eyelashes elegantly, blush starting to form on those cheeks of hers. And that sexy man she saw on the rooftop? That indeed was you.

Will grabbed her with his Death Scythe and approached you, stating, "Hello, Mr. Guest. We are William T. Spears and Grell Sutcliff, here to assist you on this soul collection. Please ignore him. Mr. Sutcliff here is always like this."