The little girl with white hair was playing in the grass because it was a warm spring day. She saw a butterfly, and she wanted to catch it. She ran after the butterfly until she saw her mother yelling at her older sister.
The little girl could hear them fighting. "It is your duty as the future leader of the Reapers. It is important for you to do this. Otherwise, you will doom us all."
Her sister was crying. Confusion was now abounding in the child. She could not understand why the tears were pouring down her sister's face. Marion was the soon-to-be leader of the Reapers. Her strength made her stand tall in the eyes of her younger sister.
The little girl hid around the corner of the house, glued to the stone wall. She could hear Marion talking again. "The idea of doing this would never occur to me. How can you even suggest killing Agatha? She is a child and my younger sister."
