Authors Note** I've decided that the character Crane will end up with will be Grimm Reaper apprentice/kid. Cause I can do that, so if anyones interested in making him-HMU. Ive already started working on making the Grimm Reaper himself

Crane paced silently in her prison. How could she have fallen for Damien's words? She had never felt so...so stupid! Sinking down against the grey brick wall and leans her head back against it and heaves a deep sigh. Well, at least her eye was back to normal...for now anyways.

She glances over at the cell across from her and eyes a young man in a dark hood. A scythe leaned against the wall next to his cell and Crane watched him eye the weapon carefully. The young man had to have been around her age, perhaps a few yeads older.

She didn't dare say anything and decided to examine the large scythe. It was beautifully crafted. Sleek and shiny coal black, she could feel the texture under her fingertips just by staring at it.

"My mentor made it." The young man speaks up causing Crane to jump. Crane's attention turns back to him. "He has one similar to it." He says lowly.

"Oh..." she peeps. His hood was far over his face and she couldn't see his features at all. "M-My dad gave me my guns. Um...Damien took them." Crane says quietly. "Theyre a scarlett red with gold lining. Theyre very pretty."

"Guns..?" The young man scoffs. "Your dad? Youre telling me you still live with your biological family?"

"Just my twin sister, but shes a bitch." Crane rolls her eyes earning a chortle from the cell across from her. "The cryptids are my new family. Markus, the Big Bad Wolf, is my father-oh and Darius the Wendigo too." Crane explains quietly. "Who is your mentor that you mentioned?"

"I'm surprised you can't take a guess." The young man shakes his head. "My mentor is the Grimm Reaper." He lifts his hands, they were chained. Crane stared, her mouth gaping.

"The Soul Collector...?"

"Yeah. The Death Reaper, Soul Collector, Death Bringer, Death himself. I'm trained in raising the dead and controlling their minds. Its...a pretty useful ability believe it or not." The young man admits quietly. "I promise I'm not as crazy as I sound."

Crane stared for a few more moments before sinking back against the wall, smiling a little.

"Thats cool..."

"Whats your name?"

"Oh! I'm Cassidy Rose, you can call me Crane though."

"Crane? Like the bird?"

"Yes." Crane sighs exasperated. "What about you?" The young man didn't respond. She bites her lip before changing the subject. "How'd you end up here?"

"Damien caught me and my Mentor. He wounded Grimm and kidnapped me." He grips his fist, and uses one hand to pull his hood lower. "What about you?"

"I..." Crane looks at her hands. "I was taken advantage of while my heart was broken. I was his puppet. I hurt my family and after that he found no use for me and threw me here."

There was silence between the two. She heard shuffling and looked up to find the young man looking straight at her, gripping the bars. He was tall...so tall-what the heck?!

"Then it seems to me you need redemption. He's probably gonna go after your family again. I imagine your father is a bit hysterical, yeah?" He smirks. "So, lets save em' Little Birdy. Me and you. Get out of here, and go help them. I help you and you help me find my Mentor. Sound like a deal?"

Crane stared for a moment before narrowing her eyes.

"You trust me."

"Hm?" He tilts his head before chuckling. "Birdy, you look like you've been through hell. Not even a demon themselves could look that dead, I know true fear and feeling of death. I'm Grimm Reaper 2.0. Have a little faith."

"Thats funny coming from a Reaper." Crane says lowly, unable to help but smirk a little. "But how can I trust you?"

"Thats the thing..." he sighs softly shaking his head. "You can't. " Crane examines his face for a moment before standing to her feet and brushing herself off.

"Lets do this."