It had been over a thousand years. Willow's only souvenir of that day was her grandfather's crystal. Hardened, and her kindness mostly drained, she reached out to her long-lost anscestors. Creating a group of 7 called the 'Grim reapers'. In this Mordern city full of concrete and glass, she has a list of souls to collect. Walking in the street in peace before bumping into someone. Her list of names falling out of her hand and onto the floor as she turned around to apologize Im sorry..!
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