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• Name: Willow
• Title: Will of the Wisps 
• Age: 18
• Emblem: A black stitched book of songs with a crimson heart on the cover.
• Devil Arm: Panopticon. A ethereal string instrument that can grow wider or smaller and add and remove strings to take the appearance of a violin, guitar, or a shamisen 
• Magic: Once it was synthesia, a  magic that emerged from the musician’s instruments that conjured familiars, visions, and other instruments to the rhythm of beautiful compositions. As her mental health declined, it increasingly became more vivid and more physical. Animal friends turning into twisted monsters that fight and act on the behalf of a twisted beat.
• Background: Willow tells a different story each time and never lets on to details other than those very close to her. Approached by a demon or an angel in a deep dream, she was told that she would become something spectacular, and if she did not the entire world would fall in ruin. Said world was just an illusion conjured in her head, and it was up to her to create the perfect music to save the souls of those listening and release them from their material woes. Increasingly this mission became more and more warped,

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 “Eternity before me. The endless gaze of God’s great eye sterling and crying right above me. Time is all around me. I see it all~”

Willow hummed out a tune to Rei’s approach, always delighting in greeting her entrances to the club with strange poetry and eclectic string arrangements to match the beat of the shinigami’s boots. She sat perched like a cat on the table, crouched around her instrument tightly like a lover.

“So gloomy! You always look like you’ve killed someone. Will you finally stay and listen to my songs a while? You’ll feel the way I do, sublime all the time~” She’d coo, strumming her violin very fast at the end of her sentence.

“Oh and I’ve invited myself into the fridge again. I forget sometimes you need to eat, and your barbecue sandwich looked lovely. Put it on my tab.”

Rei knew there was no such tab, and there would never be any money paying back for this freeloader. 

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