Genevieve was lost for words.
Demon?
He had created her?
Was the headmaster mentally sound?
“...Could you… please explain what you mean?” she requested doubtfully.
Aubyn’s gaze didn’t change.
“My name is Aubyn. I am a Grim Reaper who collects and manages souls.”
He disappeared from his chair and Genevieve began to feel a sinking feeling in her heart. This was all real. She pinched her arm just as he reappeared behind her. It definitely wasn’t a dream, the pain from the pinch was distinctly real.
“...I believe you,” she replied faintly. “...You can sit back down.”
She turned her head to look at him. Aubyn raised his eyebrows and disappeared again to reappear back in his desk chair.
“Now we’ve got that out of the way, we can move onto discussing the important things. Have you ever
