Prologue
The Grim Reaper's ApprenticeFinally I heard something. It was a door opening. I didn't know what happened to me but my senses were really sharpening, it's even stinging, except for my sight.
I tried to open my eyes several times. I put every ounce of willpower I could muster to no use. I was just lying there. I could feel a cold bed against my back.
Footsteps echoed across the room. They were I think nearby across my feet. They didn't sound overhead. It was a cautious one, those footsteps. They didn't look in a hurry. It was like savouring his field trip across my room. A few strides, then pause. Strides again then pause. He was walking on my right part now. He was an inch away from my body until I heard nothing again.
Then I felt a kiss in my forehead and suddenly, my eyes sprung open.
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to leap out of this bed.
I wanted to dash out of this room.
I wanted someone to help me.
I didn't want him to catch me.
I didn't want yet to die!
But my body protested. I couldn't feel a thing. I couldn't move. Not an inch of my muscle moved. I was betrayed by my body.
I was staring against those blank eyes, blank nose, and blank lips. Shiver ran through my skin.
I was gawking at the glistening skull against the billowing hood!
He was about to take me.
The Grim Reaper.
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