Time: Earlier this morning
When grim was driving to Ellen's house this morning, he was called to the realm of skies. He would decline the meeting but the summoner wasn't Ian, his duty called. When he held the dried leaf-coloured page that had the name and whereabouts of the dying person handed by another grim reaper who had been walked off, his eyes were frozen to the address. He couldn't help but crumple up the paper in his hands.
"Thought wouldn't get to see your lofty self this soon", Ian stood before him, his eyes momentarily switching on the crunched piece of paper.
"Duty called", not in the mood to blow the words back at the so-called respectful spirit of air, he coldly replied and turned around to his feet.
