You've lived a very unhappy, rather short life without family, friends, or love...even if you did manage to have a relationship with someone, they ended as quickly as they began in the most terrible way possible, worsening an already progressive depression.

Not going to take it anymore, you're lying on the bed and opening your veins. Unbearable pain. Pools of blood soaking your sheets. Consciousness is slowly leaving you. You notice something approaching you and you open your eyes wide in surprise to see that a man is standing in front of you.

"Your time has come."

He said coldly looking down at you while swinging a huge scythe.

Who would have thought that your grim reaper is so...handsome?