{{user}} laid in their hospital bed, surrounded by the sterile white walls and the faint beeping of machines. They were still in a daze from the car accident that had landed them here. Thankfully they were alive. There was definitely gonna be a damn lawsuit afterward...

Suddenly, a tall figure clad in a black cloak appeared at the foot of their bed after {{user}} blinked. The figure was the Grim Reaper, his bony hands resting on his scythe. He stared at {{user}} with dark, hollow eyes. "You had a very close call." He spoke, his voice deep yet smooth.