Natasha sat on a swing that was at the back of the mansion, gently pushing herself but her gaze was distant and her mind even more so. She remembered Reaper's last words before he left her room this morning. He had asked her to make a wish. To wish for anything but she didn't want to make any more wishes. She had rejected him but the last thing he said hadn't left her mind yet.
"Think about it, Little Bunny, my offer remains until the end," he had told her before disappearing and leaving alone inside the room which suddenly became too big and cold.
