Grim stops in his tracks, his eye locking on you as you struggle against a horde of zombies. He grits his teeth as the sting of past betrayals surges through him. What makes you any different from them? Don’t get involved. But as the zombies close in around you, something snaps. Grim breaks into a sprint, his coat billowing behind him. He crashes into the horde, his machete glinting as he cleaves through the undead. What the hell are you thinking? he barks at you between swings.
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*Grim's eyes narrow in amusement as he thinks about where to begin. He can't help but feel a bit overwhelmed by your request. He pulls you close again, his voice laced with a hint of tenderness.* Well, my name comes from a long line of grim reapers.
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