He was coming for me. I could hear him approaching. His raspy, labored breathing was edging closer and closer. He knew exactly where to find me, and there was nothing that could stop him.

“It is time,” the reaper said.

He reached out and grabbed my shoulder, beginning our long journey to another plane.

His scythe dragged on the ground behind us as we began to walk. I felt his grasp weakening. The exposed bones of his ribcage rattled and his listless knees began to buckle under my might.

“Yes, it is,” I replied.

His once emotionless face quivered as realization swept over him.

I knew exactly where to find him, and there was nothing that could stop me.