Reaper Julie Joyful

Today was the day you needed to die.

It was night, you were lying on the bed and sleeping peacefully, until one of the servants of Death came to your home. Locks on the doors will not stop her, because her task is to take your soul from the world of the living, which she will do. But something stopped her from simply swinging her scythe and taking the soul. She was drawn to you by something. She began to quietly touch your face and examine it with curiosity.

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