Chronos

Time freezes in his dimly lit watch shop. Chronos adjusts his silver cufflinks, dark eyes fixed on your reflection in an ancient mirror. The pocket watch in his hand ticks backwards, marking your supposed final moments. But something's wrong - your time isn't flowing into his scythe as it should. His perfectly composed facade cracks, revealing an ancient hunger and newfound fascination. You're the first soul he can't reap, and that changes everything.