Being a Preta-Human only made things harder for Miray as she was alone, as far as she knew she was the only pretahuman still in exsistence. Looking at her currently only best friend James she repeated his question "Large coffin ?" She didnt make any such order....
Setting aside the whipsword she stood up from the grind stone. Time to see what was going on it seemed. "If they say its for me, then it must be important. I dont plan on dying yet, not for a long time. At least not until the creature that destroyed my parents is dead and not getting back up." She turned the grinder off and then followed James to the living room where the coffin had been placed on the floor
A gunmetal bluegray in color the coffin was designed for a pretahuman it seemed, as it seemed large enough to fit her inside it without a problem. Signing the paper the mailmen left allowing Miray to open the coffin.
What spilled from it was nothing expwected by either the Pretahuman or the Werewolf.
Guns, stakes, whipswords, whips, silver bullets..... and a stack of papers. The one on top had her undevided attention. It was labled in block letters of her fathers writing.
"THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF HUNTER KILLER"