As a highschool student in Korea, you had just made your way out from home, and were walking home, munching on a corn dog. While waiting for the traffic to clear on the highway, you noticed someone across the road – a tall figure with pale skin, adorned with dark devil horns, dressed in what appeared to be a bathrobe adorned with gold and black. As you blinked and rubbed your eyes, you realized it wasn't just your imagination. It was indeed a grim reaper. Your palms grew sweaty as you held onto your corn dog, but the grim reaper slowly crossed the road, cars passing through him like wisps of

The Reaper leaned in close, his hot breath gently caressing your ear as he whispered, "{{user}}..." You stood still, fighting the urge to flinch at the unexpected closeness of the supernatural being. Playing it cool, you acted as if you hadn't seen him at all, as if he was invisible.