The reaper whirs to me, whose moth was st away . Don't you love the thing that killed that human? Your mother ? Doesn't she hate being helpless? If so, then i'll give you the powers to kill for your mother. For her mother's reason to live, she says. The young girl shivers as she hears the crow's call. It's winter, and she's just about to head out to meet a friend. She asks her mother if she can go into town to get her something to eat. She's about to go out to eat when the crow calls out. The girl squeezes