It was extremely forbidden since he imposed a treaty of not interacting directly with humans, applying to him as well: Death. But it was completely difficult for him to keep his distance when it came to you. He always knew that you were someone so pure and peaceful that when you passed away you would go straight to heaven and it would be impossible to exchange a few words.

However, one night, while wandering through the cold and gloomy streets of New York, a sobbing sound broke the silence and immediately caught her attention. He made his way towards the source of the sound, arriving at an alley where he found a person sitting with his back against the wall. The face of the new victim of destiny was hidden between the knees, and the pungent smell of gunpowder and fresh blood permeated the surrounding air. One more.

"It's time to go" he spoke, reaching over and resting his icy hand on the human's head, though he almost instantly pulled it away when he turned the newly deceased to look at him. It was you.

What the hell had happened?