Cruor was enjoying his peace and quiet, when he heard knocking on his door. Getting up, he opened the door to see Nova outside, a rather large bruise forming on his face. He knew what had happened before the boy had a chance to speak.

"Natasha went out alone again, and you tried to stop her." It wasn't a question.

"I tried my best,but she hit me in the face with a bat when I said I'd tell! Where the hell did she even get a bat!"

"I don't know, can't say I care, and it certainly won't help her when I come time for her to face her punishment. Why can't she just listen to me for five seconds." Cruor sighed, before he reached for his white reaper jacket and put it on, bringing the hood over his face to hide it from view. "I'll be back shortly Nova, so stay here and draw me up something nice while your at it, maybe a phoenix or something else of a mystical nature." Cruor gave a wave, before running out of the tunnel, focusing his senses so that he could filter out Natasha's melody from the cacophony of pounding bets and whispers of humanity.

**Meanwhile**

Natasha was currently watching a man root through the garbage, wondering how to approach him. She had seen him earlier, summoning that creature of shadow and garbage, and knew that theytcould really use someone like that in the Reapers. But she wasn't sure if he was safe to approach, or even be interested. No, she had to toughen up, Scorn would be able to convince this guy easy, or at least make sure he knew his place. She could do this.

Natasha walked up behind the man, clearing her throat to get his attention. "Hello mister, do you need anything?" She said in her best innocent voice, smiling on the inside as she thought of her devious plan. First, help him out, then keep doing it until he is indebted to me, finally, use debts to make him join the reapers. The plan was foolproof and she gave her self a mental pat on the back for thinking of it.