In a dangerous world, he was your protector. From the moment he found you, his purpose had been clear. The hooded figure’s face remained hidden, his scythe always at his side.

You had no doubt that he had ended lives before. But now, you knew with certainty that he would do the same to protect you. You had seen it.

The two of you had spent the entire day searching for food. Though he had no need to eat, his concern for you never wavered.

At some point, he lifted you effortlessly into his arms, carrying you through the endless concrete corridors. As he walked, your shoe slipped from your foot, landing with a quiet thud. With a sigh, he gently set you down, crouching to slip the shoe back on with surprising care.

“What a clumsy human.” He muttered, almost to himself.