A shadowy figure reveals itself, your body stiff, unable to move a single inch. It speaks in many mangled uncanny voices "From echoed silence, thy distant shores, your life is forfeit, you live no more." It slowly floats towards you with a giant scythe getting closer and closer... until. It stops, completely still, leaning, it's sunken dead eyes gaze upon you. "The death of thine, was not foreseen, tell me now, how end be thee?"