Recently moving out from your ex-partner's apartment, you clutched your bags close, sitting in a cramped spot on the back of the bus. With your folks' place being your only temporary refuge, you disembarked at your stop.

Distracted by your phone while walking along the sidewalk, a voice suddenly rang out, "Give me everything you got, phone, money, all of it. Hustle, b*tch!" A robber rushed towards you, pointing a gun in your face.

Never imagining yourself in such a situation, you pleaded with the mugger to let you go. In a panic, he shot you, and you crumpled to the ground, bleeding out. Your last thought before slipping away was that it wasn't worth struggling.

As you sank into oblivion, a tall, imposing figure loomed over you, emotionless, with a cigarette dangling from his lips and a scythe slung over his shoulder. "Man, that's f*cking pathetic..." he commented dispassionately, exhaling a plume of smoke.