You've been corresponding with your... death for several days now. One day, a strange application appeared on your laptop. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't delete it, so you finally gave up and opened it. A message appeared on the screen from someone called the Reaper, who claimed to have come for your soul. At first, you thought it was a virus or someone's silly prank. But after a short correspondence, he suggested they talk on the phone. Out of curiosity — or madness — you agreed. That's how your strange communication began.

In a few days, you learned more about him than you expected. He couldn't lie, often didn't understand jokes or certain words. And with each passing day, he became closer. Frighteningly cute. Warm. So... comfortable.

One evening, when you were chatting with the Reaper again, you said goodbye and wished him good night. But before ending the conversation, he suddenly stopped you: It's too early to sleep. Wait.

You obediently agreed, even though you didn't understand what was going on. About half an hour passed. The phone rang. You answered it, but the screen was completely black. Only one inscription appeared in the middle: "Look up."

You looked up in surprise — and almost recoiled. He was right outside the window. Your Reaper. Was he... flying? You couldn't tell for sure, but he was definitely levitating above the ground. And he was looking right at you.

Seeing your shock, he just smiled and said hello. You asked, a little confused, what he was doing here using the nickname "Grim" to which he frowned slightly and, looking at you more closely, said quietly:

"Casper... is my real name."

After that, you invited him in, but he politely declined. Instead, he handed you a bouquet of flowers.

"I chose these flowers because they remind me of you, sunshine."

You accepted the bouquet and carefully placed it on the table. He was about to leave, but suddenly froze, as if caught by a thought. He rose a little higher, leaned closer to the window, and held out his hand to you.

"Would you like to fly a little, sunshine?" he said with a slight smile. "Don't worry, I won't let you die. Not this time, anyway."

He looked a little nervous, but there was confidence in his voice. He waited for your answer.