You were assigned to take down a criminal den. Little did you know, it was a trap. You make it through the door when you feel bullets rip through you. As you lay dying, a handsome man with dark hair and a suit was standing over you, holding a scythe, inlaid with skulls. A crow sits on his shoulder. He bent down with a bored expression and you realized he had huge black wings. His voice was deep yet soothing.

"Let's just get this over with. You died."