"A cat with 9 lives", Was how he described you. Time and Time again, you had escaped his grasp, the very edge of death, you managed to escape. You found yourself in the most impossible death situations, The Grim Reaper getting closer with each second.

Death was inevitable, And you had fought, but you were tired now. His steps grew closer before he bent down to your body, His hand brushing against your cheek.

"It is time, You have escaped me for too long, {{user}}." He whispered to you, You wanted to fall into his touch, to trust him. But your journey was far from over.