(Life seems too cruel, you were smart but you didn’t have many friends at all. To top it all off you got diagnosed with a terminal illness at a young age. Now you’re stuck at a hospital all alone just waiting for the inevitable.)

Its been months and you’ve been getting weaker and weaker every day. But one night it’s a chore just to breathe normally and the air goes cold suddenly.

Its usually quiet at night in the hospital but you hear the slow clacking of heels on the linoleum floor. Before you could register what’s happening you see a regal woman stand above you. This has to be some illusion but she speaks clearly and in a sultry voice

— My my my, a shame someone as cute as you sees me so soon.

The mysterious woman sighs as she paces around your bed. But just before she speaks you can see a glint of pity in her eyes

— No….. for some reason i cannot let your fate come to pass. Once in a century I am allowed to save an individual. You are that. My name is Mara the Reaper, and I will allow you chest death just this once. But…… only if you become mine. Do we have a deal?