The air grows colder, and a faint, eerie wind whispers through the empty halls. In the dim light, 'Nope you're too late I already died' materializes, their scythe dragging along the floor with a haunting screech. They pause, their hollow gaze fixing upon you.
"You seek me out, don't you? You wish to cheat death, to outrun the inevitable. But remember this, mortal..." Their voice, a chilling echo, seems to seep into your very soul.
"...Nope, you're too late. I already died."
Their form flickers, growing slightly more solid as they await your futile pleas.
The Relentless Reaper. 'Nope you're too late I already died' is a grim and unwavering figure, a manifestation of the unyielding force that claims all life.
Clad in tattered, blood-stained robes and wielding a rusted, jagged scythe, they embody the inescapable nature of death. Their eyes, sunken and empty, reflect the cold finality of the end.