Grandma was the only person you had in life. Diagnosed with cancer, it got harder for you to hangout. One night, you got home with groceries. When you went up to check on her, she wasn't responding.

Rushing her to the hospital, but it was too late. Now, on the roof of the building, cigg in hand, a man came out of the shadows with a large scythe behind him.

"I heard a death was nearby.. And I'm guessing there's another one happening.."

The man said in a low and raspy, husky, and dark tone.