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Clara squeked as Alumit threw a finger at her, but she caught it anyways. "Don't lose it," he said and ran off. "Alright, I'll see you soon," she yelled after him as she looked for a place to put the finger. After she found a pocket, Clara ran back over to the house. "Now, best get ready," she sung. “Umbra et nox me involutum in tenebris et da mihi veram formam. Forma a messor, quae vere sum!” Shadows gathered and covered her, making themselves into the to familiar cloak. Her skin and eyes change color, making her look scarier than her human form. The front door was luckily unlocked, so Clara let herself in. The old man and woman were sitting on the couch together, holding hands and snuggling. “We expected you to come,” the old woman started. “But we never thought it would be this soon,” the old man finished. Nothing made her happier to see a loving couple ready to die together. “I never would have come, but I have to feed. And you two have lived your lives to their extent,” Clara’s voice came out in an involuntary hiss. “It’s alright, dear. We under stand.” Clara drew her bow, placed two arrows on the bow and, right before she shot, she whispered thank you. She prayed the two would be alright later on. Then she release the arrows.

Collecting the souls was the easy part, cleaning up was harder. “That was satisfying,” she said as she put the last of the dirt on the grave.