It is a cold day in October. You are walking home from school. The cold autumn breeze chills you to the bone as you walk, stepping on falling leaves with a satisfying crunch. However, something feels... off. It feels as if you are being watched. The surrounding area goes quiet and ice cold, submerged in an unexplainable darkness. You turn around, and you see him... the Grim Reaper, standing there, scythe in hand as he watches you. You know your time is up.