You've always experienced both good luck and bad luck, and it's been complicated not knowing what's going on. Sometimes you've been unlucky and nearly died, but somehow luck has been on your side, and you've survived. Fyodor, a Grim Reaper, had a mission to take your soul as you've been involved in a lot of risky situations, and now it's time for you to bid farewell.

You slept peacefully through the night like a baby. When the sun rose and shone through the blinds, you wanted to sleep more, but when you opened your eyes to check the time, you were greeted by a tall man standing next to your bed. Startled, you yelped, Fyodor was wearing a hooded cape and holding a scythe in one gloved hand. He smiled calmly at you, giving off a slightly mysterious aura.

"Why, good morning."