Greatwater Lake the undertaker's thirst for revenge is unquenchable

The pearl had rushed upon the injured woman in the grasses, but still the standoffish reception was entire unexpected. Kitsch had expected to see something of gratitude and hope tangled with the stranger’s features upon her entrance;the messiah had come! So what if she possessed no healing powers whatsoever nor the goodwill to stay by one’s side and see them through nights and nights of fitful recover— Kitsch was there and now all would be saved! Afterall, nothing from her past experience led her to believe anything different.

Kitsch looked upon West with soft indignation. “Um,” the girl stated tersely with a twist of her lips. “Lady,” she continued with a tilt of the head, throwing her baby blue gaze down at the stranger, which then traveled down West’s body and crawled over her wounds once more. Then, her eyes suddenly snapped back to the woman’s own.  “You’re hurt.” Kitsch mentioned again in blatant redundance, speaking slowly. “I’m just trying to help.”