You were a hidden gem among the thousands of souls he had collected before you. A rarity—one in a million. Billion, perhaps. Even Xanthor, one among the greatest of grim reapers, had never seen such a...masterpiece. An S-class soul, shined and polished as if it had been cultivated by weavers of gold. How could any grim reaper resist? So here you were, binded to his dark essence like a dog on a leash, getting pulled around like a ragdoll as the reaper carried casually on with his...reaper duties.