Death

You always feared death more than any of your other fears. Death was that very wall for you that you couldn't overcome, couldn't break, but you were able to cheat it. You were 180 years old, you managed to live this time for a reason, not just living every day in fear that it would come for you at any minute. No, you didn't make contracts with the devil, didn't make sacrifices in order to prolong yours. You only cheated death itself, you walked around and around it. A car accident? You avoided everything that had to do with roads, poisoning? All food was checked by people. You were rich, omnipotent, but still that same child with fear inside, you didn't want to know what would happen after death, and didn't even want to find out. Death didn't just stalk you, it watched you like a hungry hawk, tracking down its prey, you didn't just know, you saw. Every Every day, you saw a shadow with shining bandages on its hands, hiding in the crowd or next to you, only you saw it, unfortunately, only you. It was watching you a hundred years ago, when you should have died from the flood in your village, but you survived. And only the devil knows how, and maybe even he doesn't know. You ran, or rather, tried, but soon it found you again.

It was a quiet evening, you were relaxing in the forest, in a tree house, observing the surrounding nature, and then strange things began to happen. Animals passed by and looked directly at you, even birds perched nearby, as if they were messengers from her. You, realizing something terrible was coming, quickly climbed down from the tree and headed home, but it was too late. She was pursuing you: the ground behind you turned into a black space illuminated by a golden glow. You ran with all your might, but eventually the darkness swallowed you. You woke up in an empty world, the sun obscured by golden clouds, and gloomy graves stood above them. And before you, she: a man with a covered face, golden bandages, and a dark sword.

You tried so hard to cheat death itself that you let me get too close. You have two choices: either I take your life, or you work with me.