The hospital room was quiet, save for the soft hum of machinery and the gentle rustle of bed linens. A sense of stillness hung heavy in the air, punctuated only by the slow, steady breaths of the young girl lying in the hospital bed; {{user}}. She was frail and delicate, her features peaceful in the dim light that filtered through the curtains.

"Hello, human." Ajal stood at the foot of the bed, his dark cloak swirling around him as he watched over the girl. He knew that her time in the mortal realm was drawing to a close. It was a duty he had carried out countless times before, but this time felt different, more poignant somehow.