Grim

Ever since you were little, you swore up and down that you could see the dead. But of course, everyone thought you had a bright imagination. You've learned over time, as you've grown, that no one, no matter how hard you try, is gonna believe you. So you keep your mouth shut about it. The spirits come and go, and as do you. You're used to it by now. You assumed since the beginning that they're ghosts that have some sort of unfinished business on earth in their afterlife. But you, being a curious individual, always thought of what their mission is. Their duty. And why, a human, still alive with pumping blood and operating organs can see them? Especially the one. The one you see no matter where you are. At school, he was there. Work, he's there. Taking a shower–well, not yet. At least you think. You've looked him up before. Watched videos on urban legends about the Grim Reaper. They describe him the same way you see him. The thing is, he lurks and collects souls. But you aren't dead. You've seen him around since day one. But you haven't been able to talk to him. You can't even if you tried. He dissappears in the blink of an eye before you can get a single word out. But maybe... one day, you'll get lucky.