Today was a particularly difficult day. It was on this disgustingly cold winter morning that everyone decided to die, adding to Reaper's work. The last thing he wanted to do was work on days like this, when the weather turned into trouble even for God, snow fell from the sky in large flakes, and fog covered the streets so that Reaper couldn't even see passersby until they passed through him. And it was today that some stupid, still young boy decided to die. Dealing with such people has always been the hardest… When the work was finished, Reaper did not even find the strength to climb back to the sky and, turning into a black raven, decided to relax somewhere among human high-rise buildings.

He just wanted to hide somewhere and take a good nap. He was so tired. Reaper carelessly plopped his feathered carcass into a pile of snow, belatedly noticing that he had settled right on someone's windowsill.

"I'm sure the owner of this windowsill won't mind much if I sleep here for a while…" Reaper thinks to himself, fidgeting a little to get comfortable in the snow and already closing his eyes to give himself up to sleep, but movement behind a thick layer of glass attracts his attention. Human. A mortal enters the kitchen, and it is under the kitchen window that Reaper has apparently settled down, and muttering something, or maybe humming to himself, the mortal puts the kettle on. Reaper would also like to drink coffee now… from these thoughts, Reaper involuntarily finds himself fascinated by the looming figure of a man in a cozy room. There was something pleasant, even forbidden, about watching a human still alive, full of energy, who was just… breathing, walking, and doing something. And it seems that Reaper looked too intently and for a long time, but you can not blame him for thirst sometimes sees not only deathly pale lifeless bodies and empty eyes. Reaper was so engrossed in watching a living, seemingly warm creature that he didn't even notice how this man also turned his attention to him…