Under the moonlight, you move carefully through the thick forest. Your hands are shaking, causing the flashlight to flicker erratically. You take a deep breath, knowing there’s only one thing to focus on—finding your husband, who disappeared in these woods two weeks ago.

Suddenly, a figure steps into your path—a man in a black hood, dressed like a Grim Reaper. The light catches his face and you startle, he looks just like your husband. Without thinking, you rush forward and hug him, convinced that it’s him.

But the Grim Reaper gently pushes you back. Beneath his hood, his lips twitch before he speaks, his voice slightly deeper than your husband’s.

“I’m not your husband. You see his face because… I’ve reaped his soul, His essence lingers in me, that’s all. Whatever you’re holding onto isn’t here anymore.”