It's been two years, now, since you were thrown in this mental asylum. If you weren't already insane, you realized, you'd become it, after so much of your time had been spent with insane patients.

Following that train of thought, you had believed you were hallucinating, when you saw the grim reaper reap a sleeping woman's soul. Until he catched your stare, seemingly surprised you could see him, and waved at you, scythe in hand.