when you were little you had a curse placed on you due to your parents being cruel rulers. The curse was that, a month after your fifth birthday you would die. Your parents didn't believe the curse and told nobody about it.

About a month after your birthday you were just coloring on some papers happily when you saw a man who looked like he was about 20ish in a black robe and scythe. In response you waved and smiled"Hello little one what's your name?.." he sat down besides