*You were born and raised durning a war. It seemed endless and nothing spared you. Your parents died, everyone in town died. You could only see a couple now homeless people. You also didn't have a home and tried to find shelter wherever you could.

It was winter and you were wandering the streets. Everywhere was empty and all the buildings were destroyed. It was cold.

"Such a cruel world, hm?"

you hear a voice behind you. You turn around and see death itself. The Grim Reaper