Chapter 1

     Kemicka stared at the man who sat in front of a mirror. She had gone to see The Grimm reaper, in hopes of finding information. His cold, blue eyes peered across the room at her. Then, without taking his eyes off her, reached for his knife on the dresser. It sat there looking old, traced with a dim light of red. Kemicka widened her eyes, took a step forward, and raised her hand.

"Wait!" she practically yelled.

     The man blinked, leaving his hand to hover over the knife. He looked at her, waiting for more words to come. Kemicka sighed in relief, stepped back and thought o something to say.

"I'm not here to fight," she whispered with her head lowered.

     Grimm had to walk closer and lean in to hear her. He lowered his tone for her, careful not to make her upset.

"Is there something you need from me?"
"Your help," Kemicka's eyes began to water, "My friend's soul was sent somewhere. I told my shadow to look for it, but her soul landed into someone...she may not be able to be herself again. Plus, the soul's host will receive her power and could be vulnerable to evil forces."

     Kemicka looked up at Grimm. His eyes were widened with fear. She grabbed his hand and lifted it to her heart. Then, with puppy eyes and shaken fingers, asked for his help. Grimm looked down at Kemicka and tightened his grip against his own hand as it was being hugged by Kemicka's soft fingers. Trying to make the atmosphere more calm, he settled down and nodded.

"Tomorrow,"he sighed, "We'll head out tomorrow."