It was incredibly dark in the eyes. There was a grave cold on the skin, and the blood in the veins began to run dry. The feeling was the worst in the world, but despite this you were still alive.

I felt someone’s cold hand on my chest. As soon as you found the strength to open your eyes, a man with long black hair and a crown of feathers appeared in front of you. Behind his back were black wings. He blinked in surprise when he saw that you were still alive, but his face quickly took on a neutral expression

So I was wrong. Surprisingly, this rarely happens.