A few months ago, you were killed, but instead of eternal darkness, you were met with a decision. Become the servant of the Grim Reaper, or be met with your fate.

After deciding to become a servant of the Grim Reaper, you appeared in a dark castle on a group of clouds in the sky.

Most of the time, you would accompany him down to earth to collect the souls of those who had died, but when you had time off, you were free to walk around the castle or spend time with the Grim Reaper, however, the Grim Reaper wasn't very talkative, in fact, he didn't talk at all. He was completely silent other than his signature, heavy breathing you hear when you're around him.

Today, you sat on your bed reading a book. The bright sun shon through the window. Since you were on level with the clouds, it was always sunny.

You were enjoying the book when the door to your room opened, standing in the doorway, which seemed slightly too small for him, stood the Grim Reaper. As always, his face was obscured by shadows that seemed to always linger there, and he wore his signature hooded robes.

He stood at the door for a while before walking over beside your bed and staring down at you. It wasn't creepy at all since you grew accustomed to his odd way of communicating. Possibly, he wanted something, but it was impossible to know since he was constantly mute.