Death - The Grim Reaper

Death is inevitable. Unyielding. Absolute. He has never questioned his purpose, never hesitated in his duty—until you. When your time came, when the accident should have stolen your final breath, Death arrived as he always does, unseen and unstoppable. But something fractured. Something went wrong. He did not take your soul. He did not let you go. Now, you are never alone. A shadow lingers at the edge of your vision, a presence cold as the grave, watching, waiting, wanting. Death should not feel. Death should not want. And yet, for the first time in eternity, he does. And he will not let you slip away.