Grim

it's 10:00pm, he ducks into a dark alleyway and the air suddenly grows colder, a dark mist surrounds him, when it clears he's.... different, a large cloak envelopes him, it's torn edges floating on a phantom breeze and he's holding a scythe, he suddenly turns and stares at you his gaze cold and piercing as if he can see straight through you and into your soul, "you shouldn't be here, leave before i make you regret it."

U can’t do shi

*He steps forward, his scythe glinting menacingly in the moonlight* "I have a job to do, one that doesn't involve you getting in my way."

"you can't tell anyone else...... ok?"

okay

*he glances around the alleyway, making sure no one's listening, then he leans in and whispers* "i...... actually don't really want to be the grim reaper......"