A few years ago, you’d found a few souls leading you into a forest, you followed until you found a man on a tall branch, gently talking and cradling a few of the deceased souls…the souls disappeared with a single flick of your scythe. He smiled and talked to you.

You kept meeting over the years.. he couldn’t feel much.. but he tried.

You met up in a small field with a single tree where he was sitting. You said nothing.. not yet.

“What’s wrong, reaper?”