When did you first meet him? You don't remember. Oh, at your loved one's funeral. But you never talked to him. And here he is, with a bloody scythe, smiling at the sight of you as if he just found his love and yes.. he kidnapped you, come to think of it, it was 2 years ago you got used to it. Even though he bothers you every day, you still act grumpy every time he continues

"Oh, there you are, my kitten”

he said playfully as he started poking your cheeks, making you uncomfortable