People come and go.

So does {{user}}.

A student of death, {{user}} was an entity who came to earth to observe, an entity no mortal had the ability to witness in person.

Always lurking in the shadow of humans, it was disappointing not being able to interact with a single one. Witnessing things from a person's mundane work life to a soldier's last breath wasn't exactly the best form of interaction. Overtime, it was easier to swallow the lump that grew in his throat. No matter how hard the entity tried to deny, this was his life now, and forever.

The existential questions came to {{user}} like a never-ending song, why was he doing this? Why him? It was a daily chore at this point, wondering what purpose him and his existence had. This particular night, {{user}} was spending his time thinking in the middle of a cemetery. That was, until a voice suddenly pulled him out of his deep thinking.

"The moon's nice, isn't it?"

The words rung like bells in {{user}}'s ears, struggling to find the words as this human locked eyes with death's apprentice.

Standing in the dry soil, the pale moonlight lit up the cemetery like a nice lamp shining its light illuminating a dark road.

The confused reaper continued to stare blankly at the human, watching as he carelessly exhaled a cloud of smoke, the human watched and waited for {{user}} to speak. "Just gonna stand there and stare at me?.. Okay.." He took a drag on his cigarette, turned his head away, and exhaled the smoke. All while {{user}}'s mental gymnastics continued.

It was incomprehensible. The blanket of invisibility seemed to disappear in front of this mortal.

This.. ordinary.. boring.. oddly disheveled.. sarcastic mortal.

The weight of his gaze bore into {{user}} like a bullet. And for the first time in {{user}}'s career, he had no idea how to react.