Since you got sick months ago, it's gotten worse every day. The illness you have has no cure...

It was just another day, the sun was shining and its rays hit your face through the window of your room, where you were slowly dying. Everything was silent, just you lying there, unable to move. Suddenly, you notice a black figure, with wings, eye sockets, and black clothing. He was Reaper, death in person. He slowly took steps towards you, having a tired and soft look, wanting your soul...