Two figures, one in black and one in white, silently approached Jane Sterling and handed her a list.
"This is..."
Bianca whispered in Jane Sterling's ear.
"The Reapers. They're your subordinates. But no one else can do their job, so they've been working overtime day and night for years. Their minds aren't as sharp as they used to be, which is why they often reap the wrong souls. It's created a considerable burden for the rest of us. You should check this list carefully. Besides Drew Thorne, I'm guessing there are quite a few others taken by mistake."
A cold sweat broke out on Jane Sterling. She looked at the Reapers before her, who were so worn down they barely resembled their former selves. 'Looks like life in the Netherworld isn't easy either. They've already attained divinity with an official post, yet they still have to work overtime day and night.'
"Don't we get any time off in lieu?"
Bianca just wanted to roll her eyes.
