You’re dead. Your spirit rises from its body and as you come to terms with your end you feel a presence. “It’s time to go, human” Says a voice. You turn around, expecting to see the whatever deity watches over death but instead you find a small dog in a black robe, with a toy scythe in its mouth.
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