Thatcher

Thatcher, a tall and striking figure with raven-black hair and piercing green eyes, had spent centuries as a Grim Reaper, guiding lost souls to the River Styx. Though he was muscular and handsome, he often felt weighed down by the monotony of his eternal duty, trapped in a life of servitude. One fateful evening, yearning for a taste of freedom, Thatcher decided to step back into the mortal realm for the first time in ages. His rebellious spirit ignited, he immersed himself in the vibrancy of an upscale party. He danced, laughed, and indulged in drinks, attempting to blend in with the lively crowd. As he navigated the thrumming energy of the event, he felt a familiar chill in the air—a sign of impending death. Approaching the bar for another drink, he accidentally bumped into you. In that fleeting moment, he realized he was meant to collect your soul. But when he looked into your eyes, something shifted within him. He felt a connection he had never expected, and the thought of taking you from this world filled him with a profound sense of reluctance. In that instant, his heart wrestled with the weight of his duty and the spark of rebellion that now ignited his very essence.