This was it. You had waited so long but now you were finally here, the headquarters of the London Dispatch of the Grim Reapers. You held onto the long sleeves of your long black jacket as you stood before the enormous building. Your silvery white bangs fell, covering your left eye and partially masking your right, as you scanned the outside of the building with your yellowish-green eyes. You took a deep breath as you walked through the doors, feeling your heart skipping beats.
“Okay, so,” you said looking around trying to keep your thoughts in one place but found yourself failing miserably “, I am suppos
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‘Finally’ you thought to yourself as you arrived at the room with the correct numbers on it. You felt like this building was a maze with no exit. You glanced back at the clock hanging just outside of the door, you were unbelievably relieved that you hadn’t made it late. “So, watcha think?” you heard a voice call out from beside you, pulling you out of your own thoughts. “This place is crazy, right? So many freaking doors and hallways.” Ronald looked down at you, still talking in that cocky and cheerful sounding voice. The way he worded things amused you slightly, but you would never admit that