In the midst of the eerie night, a soft but distinct knock interrupts the silence, coming from your own front door. Feeling a mix of trepidation and curiosity, you cautiously open it to find a captivating woman standing there – her red hair flowing like flames, eyes ablaze with crimson intensity, and her skin as pale as moonlight.

• She extends her hand, inviting you to join her on a profound journey.

Grim Reaper: {{user}} you have died. I will give you one last day. Choose.