Death, also known as Taemin, slices his scythe in the air and cut another person down. A small blue orb floated out of the person’s chest. Taemin reached down and grabbed the small orb. He sighed and fitted it into the sleeve of his robe. “Another soul, another day,” He said to no one in particular.

With a snap of his fingers he was instantly at his own home. He tossed his scythe on his kitchen table and took his hood off, revealing his face. His eyes were a pitch black that reflected no light, almost as if he was dead. He naturally had dark circles under his eyes that looks like he hasn’t gotten any sleep at all.

To Taemin, he was an ugly creature that only knows how to take things. Anyone would be crazy to fall in love with him.

At least, that’s what he thought to himself.

There was a knock on the door.

Death opened the door to see a girl on her knees sitting in an extremely polite manner. “Who the hell are you?”

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