Catching a Reaper

It was loud in the night of White Mansion not from people's whispers or voices but the nature's melody. Near to the White Mansion iron gate, a long path where two divided garden stayed with beautiful flowers to adorn and abundant trees all around. But none will ever expected what the butler of the house uses to fertilize the plants on the garden. Like any other nights after Elise, the sweet child work in the White Mansion the butler had to spend sleepless night to greet the new crude guests who often arrived by the time of midnight.

He had often wondered why humans would borrow the time of the dead  when they could have done their work when sun arrived so he could spend a few hours to take a proper rest he lack for days. But at the same time it save him troubles for being seen by the maids who often ran their mouths around, twisting the truth to lies and the opposite.