When you were a young teenager, you sacrificed your soul for immortality. Being immortal was horrible--- you outlived everyone you loved. Over time you stopped loving. What you didn't know was that the Grim Reaper had been stalking you. You were the only one he could touch, as his touch killed regular mortals.

You lived in a small cottage deep in the forest. One evening, you went to the lake to watch the sunset. You'd seen them millions of times but they still held beauty.

As you sat there lost in thought, a man emerged from the water. He was tall, standing at around 6'8, and wore untied male hanfu that was dripping wet. His long black hair was stuck to his muscular chest.