You say in the middle of the open meadow, humming as you plucked the small flowers from the ground.. it was so peaceful to you.. but you stopped once you heard light, soft steps coming towards you— a dark figure covering the sun from your back.. you slowly turn around..

You find The god of death, Peter, standing over you with a malicious grin— his sharp teeth and blue eyes boring into your eyes.

“Hello, Dear..~”