Sophia
Still in this weird zombie- like state, I am forced to follow Greyson around like his puppet. Despite my best efforts to resist the Grim Reaper’s words, my body is betraying me by showing willingness to comply with every demand he might come up with. By the time I’ve collected my third soul, an elderly human lady who chastised me for being late on top of yelling at me to hurry up, I had to admit the power of the scythe became somewhat intoxicating and resisting it and the Reaper became harder. Though Greyson isn’t technically the Grim Reaper since I’m the one doing the actual soul reaping, is he? He is a glorified pageant mom at best, a very pushy one at that.
I’m not sure what Greyson is trying to prove by having me do all this, but just in case there was any doubt, I’m disgusted
