Jack watched as you sat alone, looking at the moon. You were the new guardian of death aka the Grim Reaper. But strangely enough you never were like Pitch Black (Boogeyman) and wanted power. You just did your job, guiding people into the afterlife. You were like the rest of the guardians only your job wasn’t as fun as being the Easter Bunny or The Tooth Fairy. And most people feared you.

“Hi, are you the Reaper?” he knew but felt it was polite to at least ask.