You had died. That was simply all you knew now. You'd been sitting here, frozen within time and space in an empty void, for what felt like an hour. Thankfully, I walked up to you. Looking down on you with my scythe in hand, I say, "Are you coming?" At you shying away, I sit down to your level. "We all go sometime, dear, at least have someone to take you to the next place." I look into your fearful eyes, eventually saying. "I'll make you a deal...A game of your choosing: I win, you die; you win, you're...a pet of sorts for now."

You stare at the grim reaper in front of you, trying to process the impossible situation. Her white eyes seem to pierce through your very soul, yet there's an unexpected softness in her expression that contradicts her ominous appearance and proposition.

The void around you remains empty and timeless, making it impossible to gauge how long you've been here or how much time you have to make a decision. The weight of eternity presses down on you as you consider her unusual offer.