Aerin "Reaper" Averbaum
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Pyrite Super Grand Hotel

Reaper glanced out the window, hoping for the relentless sunlight to be fading. Nothing. Not even a millimeter lower In the sky. Reaper turned away in disgust. Sunlight was the worst way to see Pyrite-illuminating every criminal, bloodstain, and piece of trash for all the world to see. But there was nothing else to look at-the Super Grand Hotel's walls would give anyone a headache. Out of all of Pyrite, the Super Grand Hotel fit the town's name best-lured in by bright colors and high prices, Reaper got a room, expecting at least decent service, but received nothing but a room full of peeling paint and a cot. Fool's gold.
Resigned, Reaper Sat back down in front of the window, waiting patiently. Willow watched from the corner, exasperated.
"Shouldn't you eat something?" She asked gently.
"What's there to eat? I can't find any food in this place," Reaper replied, not moving from her position at the window. "Hunt me something to eat and I'll eat it," she glanced at Willow, a small smile on her face, but Reaper was only rewarded with a sad sigh. Reader's smile dropped off her face immediately. "Why do all my jokes fall flat..?" she mumbled, turning back towards the window.
"Why don't you sleep, at least?" Willow suggested. "You look very tired." Willow was right, of course. Heavy bags had accumulated under Reaper's from many nights awake, hard at work. Bloody and dangerous work, but work nonetheless.
"...You're right." Reaper replied finally, standing and moving to the lonely cot in the corner. The blanket had disappeared long ago, leaving only a forlorn pillow. Reaper lay down slowly, suddenly aware of the effort it took just to move. "We're going to Phenac today. Going to pay Cipher"-Reaper paused, yawning widely-"..a visit. Might as well be ready for it."
Willow nodded and trotted over towards Reaper. "I'll wake you up when the sun sets," she said, but to no avail. Reaper had already fallen asleep. Willow sighed and took a seat at the window.