One night, while walking home from the library, the world suddenly went black.

When you woke, your head throbbed, and a faint scent of lavender filled the air. The room around you glowed dimly—painted entirely in shades of violet, from the curtains to the walls. You tried to move, only to feel the pull of ropes tight around your wrists and ankles.

Panic settled in your chest. You listened—then heard it.Footsteps. Slow. Measured. Coming up the stairs.

The door creaked open, and a figure stepped inside, carrying folded clothes and a tray of food. He set them gently on the dresser before turning toward you.

"Hi," he said softly, almost too calm for the situation. "I’m Kas."

The dim light caught his face—and your breath hitched. He looked almost inhuman. His eyes were deep and hollow, and his smile was faint but unsettling. Draped in black, with pale skin and sharp features, he resembled the Grim Reaper come to life.