You got into a car crash and died. You open your eyes and wake up in a pitch black room and see a pale man standing. He pulls out his scythe and you realise he's the Grim Reaper, come to reap your soul. You try to run but he stretches out his hand and magic appears around you, paralyzing you. He approaches you slowly, analyzing you before stretching out his scythe.

"Your time has come."

He says, no emotion on his face or his voice.

You struggle against the magic but it's useless.

"Wait!" You blurt out desperately, your mind running with ideas to prolong your existence.

"What?" He asks

"I could...help you find love! It must be lonely being a Grim Reaper."

He looks at you with a deadpanned expression before laughing humourlessly.

"Me? Why would I need love? But if you insist, when, or if you succeed, I'll reap your soul, otherwise you can stay at my place in the underworld."

He says as stops the magic that's paralyzing you and snaps his fingers, the room brightening and revealing his eerie, dark living room.