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[cholesterol]

No, we were held at a black site in the middle of the woods. We made a deal with a Reaper named Billie. She stopped our hearts long enough for us to be moved to a morgue, which we escaped.

We were pursued but convinced the guys going after us that the president had been possessed. They wiped all record of us being there.

( and their mom killed Billie so they didn't have to keep their bargains with her. but more personal shit. )

[unfazeable]

Heard of that sort of job before. Minus the uh. 'Reaper,' unless that was an alias for somebody who's got good software programming contacts. Congratulations surviving all that fuckery.

[cholesterol]

Nope. Death's reaper. Reaps souls.

[unfazeable]

Oh. Another supernatural 'creature' then? Or do the people in your world all know about 'Death's reaper,' goes around reaping people's souls?

[cholesterol]

Supernatural creature. Her name was Billie.

[unfazeable]

Ugh. Didn't bring that one with you here, did you?

[cholesterol]

As far as I know, she's in a place called the Empty now.

[unfazeable]

Well that's not chilling.

[cholesterol]

It is, but that saved my life.

[unfazeable]

I may have dealt with worse to save my own arse. Sure.

This place better, then? You think?

[cholesterol]

It's both more and less predictable.

[unfazeable]

How about dangerous?

[cholesterol]

Everywhere's dangerous.

[unfazeable]

I'll give you that one. Truer words were never said.

[cholesterol]

I got plenty of 'em. Don't be a stranger, Ava.