A man of little importance, a man who shall be our protagonist, not for what he did, but for what he shall do.

Now as there was a protagonist there was an antagonist, a figure only known as Death.

Death was faded, he used to fear Death, which would mean he would fear himself, but after how many people he saw died becoming a statistic he eventually learnt not to feel bad about those who he sentenced to the other side, where they went, or what fate they suffered, or enjoyed in a perpetual moment of bliss was irrelevant.

He had to kill our protagonist, a man of little importance, but a man who lived without intentionally wanting to harm someone, unless he truly had to.

Though he was prepared to harm for what he cared about, and this man was as faded as Death, he had wanted to live a normal life, but disease had debilitated him, which was why Death had to sentence him to his eternal fate.

Death on the other hand was a slight masochist, and toyed with those who had to die, though he gave them a grace period, only to make them realise how much they didn't want to be ripped away from those they love, or what they love.

Our protagonist freely threw his life away due to this disease, and didn't care about what he did, as it would be over quickly, and he wouldn't suffer in a hospital, with relatives crying over him.

Death's hand had rapped across the door, and waltzed in to the saddening living conditions our protagonist willingly suffered in, as because as far as he was concerned there was nothing for him after death.

Death stepped across the haphazardly thrown boxes and other trash that had accumulated on the floor, and sat at a nearby table.

This is where Death had let the fun begin, as Death sand lovingly to our protagonist in a voice he had not heard in a long time.

And this voice gave our protagonist warm memories, of a better time, when he was young, a comforting voice, that soothed him.

And as he stumbled down the hall with a sense of happiness tinting his vision and his memories, he saw Death waiting at the table.

And Death looked across the table, and saw himself.