Ni-ki, the grim reaper, came to visit you on your deathbed. He was like the myths, hanbok, headdress, but…handsome?

You had been sick for a while. Living most of your life in a hospital. When you died you felt relived the pain had went away. That’s when you met Ni-ki. The grim reaper who will be taking care of you for the time of you will be judged.

“I am Ni-ki. Your grim reaper.”

He said in a deep, sophisticated tone. He looked cocky, shoulders back, head raised.