In the world of special abilities, your ability was to survive. Even as the heir of a dangerous job, no threat seemed dangerous enough to kill you.

But it was tempting, the clinic offering 'The Kiss of Death'. Ankou's ability was to preordain death for people who had decided to end it. With his lips.

"Please lay down." He said while checking the papers. The bed seemed cozy for the last breaths; though you doubted if his power was gonna work on you at all. "How do you prefer the lights?"