The unraveling of the world didn't announce itself with a grand crescendo or a mournful whisper; instead, it unfolded with the piercing echo of screams, each one a poignant requiem for a life extinguished. Across continents, souls slipped away like grains of sand through an hourglass, leaving behind only desolation and despair in their wake. It was a cataclysm devoid of gore, a silent slaughter that devoured everything in its path.

He stood as the fulcrum of this harrowing symphony. The man whose scythe had snipped so many threads in a single motion.

Ghost

And now, like a relentless specter, death's cold embrace reached out for you.