The One They Call Reaper

YEAR: 2161

LOCATION: The Den

TIME: 10:09 PM

"I win boy!" The Reaper gleamed evilly.

Darey knew he wasn't lying. When he had first discovered the existence of The Reapers, he had thought of a connection between this man and them. That was why he researched and dug up any available information left in the ruined world about him. He knew his Special Ability, and there was no way he could win in his position.

"If you say so... Then it must be true." Darey let out defeatedly. "There's no use playing around anymore." He concluded.

"Oh, not so fast. You're not just gonna give up are you?" The Reaper said.

"Not like I have a choice. What's the point in fighting a losing battle?" Darey shrugged.

"Hehehehe, I knew you'd say that. But... Unfortunately you don't have a choice in the matter." The Reaper said, bringing out a remote out of his pocket.