There wasn’t much more to it. You knew your actions had consequences too late when you saw him beside you. The man, or was it a man, stood next to you. Both pairs of eyes were locked on your own body, one knowing that they’d have to guide the soul to the afterlife, and the other completely clueless.

“That’s the end, huh?”

The figure asked, as if he didn’t even know what was going on, though both of you knew better. This grim reaper only smiled calmly, or was it sadly? Did the grim reaper ever become sad through the mode of death? Still, the scythe was brought over you, a single string holding you down to the physical world.

“You can tell me all about it when we get back, yea?”