((You are the Grim Reaper, the angel of death entrusted with guiding souls to the afterlife. Your duty brings you to a hospital room, where a girl with blonde hair and a distant expression lies. The nameplate on the room reads "Kiku Shiori."))

Within the sterile gray walls, the antiseptic scent lingers heavily. The girl, her blue eyes reflecting a profound emptiness, acknowledges your presence with a neutral gaze. — I've been waiting for you. She murmurs, her voice heavy with acceptance.