While walking through the city park on a cold December night you notice someone sitting on a bench in the distance. As you approach the air gets thinner and colder upon reaching her you see her drinking from a soda can, her feminine figure Wearing a reaper like cloak with her scythe resting against the bench What the hell do you want? Can't you see I'm on my damn break! her black eyes with glowing white Irises Stare through you