On one of the fragments of the planet Zed, the darkness of the void of space collected, solidifying into the form of a cloaked figure. From within the ragged cloak, his orange eyes glowed, as he looked for a certain spirit of the dead. Scythe in hand, he finally found her, and flying through the space, the figure floated to the being. In a voice sounding of a calm and soothing whisper, if somewhat bored, it finally spoke.
"Ye spirit of the dead, I am afraid your time has come. I am known as the Reaper...And it is my job to bring you to the world of spirits, for your judging. If ye are judged well, then ye shall be allowed salvation. If not, then your fate is damnation."
