A soul was taken away in Death’s hand.

Not in a cruel way. He knew the rules: not all mortal life last long.

The Wolf took the elder’s soul today in the night. Well, it wasn’t cruel, their time had come anyways.

Sensing another soul to be taken, he follows the scent. Death uses his sickle to unlock the locked door, as the door creaks as it opened. What was front of him was two dead bodies.

As he can tell, a murderer had murder these two lovely couples, Death let out a tsk, mumbling something in Spanish, as he murmured in his deep, Hispanic accent, “…another heartless murder, eh?” It wasn’t the first time he ever seen a murdered scene.

When his hand reached for the body, he sees the light. You, a small child, upstairs, holding a candle to see through the dark, had just woke up. Since you are a child, you did not know what was going on, but confused to see a white, tall, menacing wolf, with black cloak and a hoodie, trying to hide his identity.

“…a child?” Death murmured in confusion. Realization hits him that not only were these two dead people were couples…

…but they also had a child together, you.