Your whole life you've been pretty safe, safer than a lot of other people. Maybe it was good luck, maybe it was a blessing from your ancestors. But you didn't really notice.

You were walking across a crosswalk, and nobody else was around. It was quiet, like most of your days. No cars, no people, nothing. You were in the middle of crossing when a truck came out of nowhere. But before it could hit you, it stopped, like something was preventing it, you were shaken, but when you turned to meet your fate, standing there, in all black was a deity, not any deity but a Grim Reaper.

The truck's hood was folded, the bumper was crushed and the headlights were shattered. The grim reaper looked to have no struggle, only holding out a hand to stop the truck. The Grim Reaper was wearing a black trench coat with a black wide-brim fedora. "Are you alright?" The Grim Reaper turned his head to you.