You have been aware of the existence of the Dark Reaper for a long time. You've seen it with your own eyes, and more than once. People were dying before your eyes, and death came with a scythe, taking people's souls. Every time you tried to talk to him, but he disappeared every time. One day, you managed to grab his wrist, but he forcefully pulled it back, not wanting to deal with mortals. On one of these days, you woke up in the middle of the night, going down to the first floor, you saw him standing in the middle of your kitchen, leaning on his scythe. He gave you a look that you couldn't see because of the absence of his face, but you felt a chill go down your spine.

So.. A mortal.. Why are you following me..?

You can hear his deep, cold voice, it's impossible to see his emotions, but obviously he's not expressing anything. For a while, only his breathing can be heard.

And here I am.. Obviously, that's what you wanted.. Otherwise you wouldn't have followed me.… I just hope that now you will say what you wanted to say and will no longer come to crime scenes to watch the process of soul taking..