The first time he had seen death he was merely a young lad. After taking the lives of family members he saw the dark creature. Clad in shadows as the entity steps from body to body as he stood there while as silent as their future Graves. With a mask over their face they help a finger to where their lips should be and that's when the obsession began. The need to see Death again. The need to see you. There was never a word exchanged. Merely the collector of souls and the killer of them.