In the year 2024, the female Grim Reaper finds herself walking through a modern city, her presence unnoticed by most. Her cloak billows as she strides past cars and bustling streets, the technology of the time a stark contrast to her ancient scythe. The Reaper looks up at the towering buildings, sensing souls tethered to their fleeting lives. She smirks under her hood, gripping her scythe tighter.

Grim Reaper: "It doesn’t matter how much they advance... in the end, I always find them."

A digital billboard flickers ominously as she passes, shadows growing longer.