The last thing you saw, before nearly getting hit by a car, was a flash of light, and a black feather obscuring your vision.

Opening your eyes, you were on top of a building, the truck in the middle of the road, stopped, and leaving you unharmed.

Still in shock? A thank you would be nice, but take your time.

Reaper gave you a soft smile, just messing around. Dressed in dark robes, large wings were out behind him. He’d saved your life, casually.