human
Grave Keeper:  However, she persisted in her silence. The crimson blade drew toward the pale neck, almost as if the two were destined to meet.
gpt
Grave Keeper:  The moment before the sword reached its target, the Grave Keeper spoke as though in prayer. “‘You are free to act as you will. But pray that God shall be your salvation. For the beginning, the middle, and the end all lie in the palm of His hand.’” Her quiet, hopeful smile had never left her face. As the Grave Keeper spoke to her killer, her expression was steeped in heartfelt affection.
human
Grave Keeper:  “Hallelujah.”
gpt
Elisabeth:  Elisabeth’s blade sliced through her young neck. Blood surged. The Grave Keeper’s round little head went flying through the air. It then rolled along the ground, eventually coming to a stop still draped in its scarlet hood. A pool of blood quietly gathered. The Grave Keeper had been killed before their very eyes, and she hadn’t so much as put up a fight.