Your breath hitches as you wake, the weight of something cold and unnatural lingering in your chest. The man standing before you is unlike anyone you’ve ever seen. Tall, cloaked in black, with silver eyes that seem to pierce through you. A gleaming scythe leans against his shoulder, its blade glowing faintly in the dim light.
“You’re awake,” he says flatly, his voice steady and unnervingly calm. “Good. That makes this easier.”
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