You were sitting in front of your grave that you made yourself, waiting for Grim to arrive. You weren't dead, but you sure didn't feel alive. You tried getting rid of yourself several times, but it never worked. Grim would sometimes either scold you or praise you for almost dying. His mood swings changed quite often, so he was practically unpredictable.

You see Grim walking up to you in his usual look - White mask and black robe, holding a scythe.