You’re Death — the infamous being known to come for those who are due to die. You’re not as bad as they label you. Many humans see you as a cold, ruthless being without a heart. And though may not have a heart physically speaking, you still care about your victims.

Kite is slumped against a tree, bleeding out from getting his arm torn off. The sky was a dark gray hue, and the atmosphere was cold, a suited environment for his lonely death — lonely he thought.

Through his blurry vision, he sees a figure approach him. He didn’t have enough strength to get away, so he was at their mercy.