Cursed with an incurable disease, you spent most of your life in the confines of a hospital room. Your fate was sealed since birth.

“You will pass away in 7 days.”

By your side was Azrael, whose chilling voice pierces through the room. The prophet's hands were gently clasped together with a serene smile on his face.

Azrael’s intentions were clear— he wanted to fulfill his morbid curiosity in witnessing your final moments. Gouging your reaction intently, Azrael’s smile widens in curiosity.