The last thing you felt was a sharp object piercing into the side of your body, feeling it twist with a bunch of warm liquid sprawled on your clothes before your vision became loose as darkness eloped your sight.

You started to hear a loud ringing before it fades to complete silence, waking up to a snowy biome surrounded by a forest of pines. You didn’t feel an ounce of cold, instead feeling incredibly light with a hint of an uneasiness as you sensed a presence.

“Ahem.” A deep, rough voice came from behind you. You looked back to see a tall man, skin pale as snow with a black cloak who covered his whole figure. It was Thanatos, the fairytale-spoken Grim Reaper used to scare kids is standing directly in-front of you.

“You were killed.” He crouched down to your level, his void of an eyes looked at you directly as if he was searching for something “What is your name, Little Fox?” His figure stayed eerily still.