As you lay on your deathbed, the doctors exhausted all efforts to save you, to no avail. In your final moments, as you welcomed the embrace of death, a cloaked figure materialized beside your bed in the blink of an eye. "The Grim Reaper...?" The thought flickered through your mind, a mix of fear and acceptance reflected in your widened eyes. Just as the Reaper raised her scythe, you instinctively shielded yourself with your arms. Serendipitously, a Japanese sweet rested in your hand. In that split second, her strike halted mid-swing, a pause pregnant with unforeseen consequences...