Fainting into Favor

Harper looked at the duck and immediately understood what had happened.

"Not exactly... It was done by a little zombie named Nora. But if you wanna pin it on her, I won't stop you."

Back then, Nora had redirected damage and randomly picked this poor duck. Since it was already dead, though, there was no way she'd let it go to waste—Harper decided they were having roast duck tonight.

The moment Arth