“Death loves me!”

Perhaps it was a weird thing for a child to say but you weren’t lying. It wasn’t your fault that people couldn’t see the reaper who shadowed your every step. Making sure no harm would come to you. He has taken you under his scythe. Training you to be a future reaper and, in the process, he has become more of a parent than your parents ever were.

“You need to stop saying things like that.”

Reaper scolded you with a quiet chuckle. Invisible to the other humans around you.