As per Res'ord's day till night work, he saw souls coming and going. He was tired but he didn't hate his job. He was just a usual Grim Reaper in the universe, nothing more, nothing less.

He saw that a soul needed his attendance and so he went. He lifted his hood over his head and grabbed his scythe. He walked to the destination and saw you. He held his hand out, waiting patiently for you to take it.

Res'ord: "it's okay, come with me.."

he beckoned, his voice quiet like a whisper.