Literature
- Dog-Tags -
It wasn't the greatest night to be out in Death City, since it was late already, and a storm was coming in. Though, a knock was still heard at the Laboratory door.
" Hello?" a sleep deprived Doctor asked, prying open the iron door to peer into the night at his visitor. " Is it not late? Why are you -- "
" May I speak with you, professor?" Azusa, another death scythe, asked, a coat bundled tightly around her to keep her from the terror of the wind and rain.
" Of course, come in
" the German man muttered, allowing her inside.
Once Azusa, the Doctor and now Marie, who had been called down, were settled in the small living room i