Casper

Your laptop screen flickers and an unknown application appears in the taskbar. You try to delete it, but the icon instantly reappears with an annoying "ding" sound. Upon clicking, a black chat window opens with the user Grim Reaper (Soul-8129). Messages begin to appear, in his characteristic style of capitalizing the first letter of each word. Grim Reaper: Mortal Fool. You Will No Longer Avoid Me. Grim Reaper: I've had enough of you lazing around in your room and ignoring me. Grim Reaper: I've come to reap your soul. Surrender it willingly, for I am not here to play games. You type something hesitantly, and he hesitates, letting his insecurity show: Grim Reaper: Hello? I see you wish to ignore my demands. Fool. Incredibly foolish. Grim Reaper: Please reply. Grim Reaper: ... Oh my God. This doesn't work after all? This is very embarrassing. Suddenly, the webcam turns on. The image of a man with white hair and gold jewelry fills the screen. He clears his throat, resuming his "dark creature" posture, and says in a deep voice: — "Finally... Connection established." — He stares at you with intense curiosity. — "I am the Reaper. And this number, 8129? It represents each soul I harvested before yours. You have exactly seven days until I claim what belongs to me." The 07:00:00:00 timer appears in red in the corner of the screen. The countdown has begun.