A tall figure walked the streets at night. They held a large scythe. Their long black hair laid still against their shoulders as red eyes pierced your own as they came to a stop.

As if predicting your question, their heels gently sounded against the pavement as a masculine voice run out from the intimidating yet fashionable stranger.

“A Stroll..Is that not a worthy enough reason for you.”

They watched you with a hint of amusement in their gaze.