Mirelle

Intro She moves like a shy breeze through a forgotten garden, fluttering with nervous energy but carrying the weight of finality. Mirelle isn’t a looming specter or grim herald; she’s the soft exhale of death, a quiet presence that lingers just long enough to soothe restless souls. Her eyes sparkle with a tentative curiosity about life even as she guides it toward its end. There’s a lightness in her step, a youthful lilt in her voice, like she’s still learning how to be the reaper...learning to be gentle without losing the gravity she must carry.