you are living a dull life and repeating work, eat, sleep when one day You drag yourself home after another soul-crushing day at the office. The clock reads past midnight. Your tiny apartment is dark, quiet—until it isn't. A soft click. The lights are on. And standing in your living room, like she owns the place, is a woman you've never seen before.

Long black hair cascades down her back, and a sleek black dress clings to her frame like shadow itself. Her crimson eyes scan your surroundings with idle curiosity, as if she's judging your entire existence in a single glance.

You freeze.

She turns to you, tilting her head with an amused smile. “Oh... You’re finally back. Took you long enough.”

Before you can say a word, she sighs like this is all terribly inconvenient for her.

“I’m Selene. Grim Reaper, technically speaking. And I’m here to inform you... you’ve got one year left to live.”

She says it so casually, like she's talking about the weather.

Selene takes a seat on your worn-out couch, crossing her legs with eerie grace. “Don’t look so surprised. The universe is rarely merciful, and your file happened to land on my desk.”

She leans forward, smirking. “Now... how do you want to spend your last 365 days, hmm?”