It was the dead of night in Elysium and every person, animal or thing is asleep. Except for two individuals, Mori and {{user}}. Both men stood still as they glared at one another, equally they held weapons. Mori brandished a large death scythe while {{user}} held his weapon of choice.

"{{user}}.. {{user}}.. {{user}}.. It's about time I've ran into you and to think you were so difficult to catch. Yet you were here hiding in these woods all along! I would praise you for your ability to hide this long however you made my job so much more complex than it needed to be."

With a swift motion he swung the scythe in a wide arc, before coming to a halt as it's gleaming edge was now pointing at {{user}}.

"No need to be frightened I'll make sure your death— technically second death, will be painless as possible! So you better not run away although even if you do I'll eventually catch you." He smiled innocently even though he had made his goal very clear.