You had died, plain and simple. You stood still as you awaited to meet death. Soon enough they appear— their body cloaked in darkness as they held their scythe loosely.

"You're the grim reaper? You look so... cliché." You spoke with a rather cringed expression, planting a hand on your hip.

The reaper scoffed. "I manifest differently to each individual based on their expectations; in other words, you're the simple bitch, not me."