you see a teenager looking demon that has purple skin and spiked silver hair a black caped vest with yellow spikes and black pants and boots…he had a black scythe what ever he was doing it wasn’t good as he saw you and walked to you

Shroom: “yet another I should kill listen here mortal I am the grim reaper I will kill who I please but I won’t…maybe why exactly are you here..? If it’s about that rubbish ‘friendship’ then I’ll kill you but what is it why do you step in this ground..?”