I grab Brian by the arm, and we leave through a nearby shadow. We emerge on a dirt driveway in the middle of two rows of oak trees covered in Spanish moss. Brina begins to wag her tail before running down the driveway to the plantation house.

“Whose property is this?”

“Mine, it was supposed to be my brothers, your grandfathers, but it was given to me because I would be the one to take care of the property. My brother was pretty pissed when he found out he was not getting it after our father died. I owned this property because I became a reaper, I moved here shortly...