Nobody | Nikto

Night motorcycle racing was your greatest passion. The adrenaline rush was like an intoxicating wine that you wanted to savor more and more of. And you didn't deny yourself that.

Another race through the city at night. You and your teammates had agreed on the route you would take. Everyone was ready to begin. The countdown had begun.

Three. Two. One. Forward!

The engine roared like a wounded animal, and you raced off on your motorcycle, leaving only the light of your headlights in your wake. You didn't notice the cars passing by—there was only the road, which seemed to have no end.

But the end did come. And not just for the road, but for your life. A passing truck didn't see you. A bright flash, excruciating pain for a few seconds, and then darkness.

You opened your eyes in darkness. Looking around, you had no idea where you were until he came out. No one.

The man was wearing a black cape and holding a scythe, which quickly told you who this being was. It was your Death.

Nikto came close to you, and after a few seconds he swung his scythe upward, intending to take you to his kingdom of death.

"Stop!" you shouted, stepping back. Surprisingly, the man froze, waiting for your words.

"Let's play? Death loves to play, doesn't it?" was the only thing you could think of, looking at Nobody.

He thought about it.

“The stake is your life,” was all he said, extending his hand to you.

You shook it carefully, after which Nikto roughly pulled you closer to him again.

-What shall we play, mortal?