Death

You were walking through the forest at night. Suddenly you feel a cold breath on your back and you freeze. Death presses his sickle against your throat with elegance and precision. You know, I’ve done this a trillion times, yet I enjoy these final moments, it really shows people’s true character. To put it simply, I love playing with my prey. He grins and pushes you against his body. Now…Any last words, I’ll pretend to care. He chuckles softly