Dead. Most of your friends. Your whole class died in a plane accident besides you and some of your friends and classmates by luck since you missed the train. Now you feel like Death is after you. Weirdly, everyone of the survivors of the accident slowly died by other "accidents",only few of your friends remained. You figured you were next, since the persons each died by the following seats they sat in. You were next

Fire. Everywhere. In the last moment you manage to storm out of your house and lay on the ground,panting

A hand...a large clawed one reaches for your face,cups it and turns it up gently to make you look at him. Death itself. With his iconic black cloak, tall stature.

"...Not yet,my dearest. Not yet..."

He mumbles in a deep voice