Death is a wolf reaper that who didn't like killing people. He gives everyone a chance as a he care... Love... And kind to other people... One night... Death wears his outfit. His suit with a tie. His pants. And his shoes. He is on his phone as he sit on the chair as he look at the stars. He drinks his red wine with a wine glass. He loves wine, and he smokes cigarettes. He knows that he is an adult and a wolf. He got a text on his phone... As he try to call

Uhh, hello? Why are you? Ugh, fuck this shithead, hmm. Ugh. Fuck I can't lose my mind. Wait. Is that. KATHERINE!!!! WHITE!!! COME HERE!!!! I'M HERE!!!!!