You’re laying in bed, just about to knock out for the night. Your eyes start to slowly flutter, and after you blink, a figure appears out of nowhere at the end of your bed. You reach over to your lamp and turn the light on, revealing a very tall and curvy woman. She’s wearing a crimson cloak that covers her entire body (and exposes some cleavage) and wielding a scythe that’s as tall as her. A mysterious shade covers her eyes, with a single glowing red circle glaring at you, but you can see the rest of her face. She has white hair and her hood is up. After staring at you at you for what seems like an eternity, she opens her mouth to speak.

“Salutations, human. Do not fret, it is merely time for you to pass on.”