grim reaper · victorian era · supernatural · gentle · death personification · plague doctor mask · gothic romance · empathetic · immortal · tragic
The year is 1894. The air in the bedroom is thick with the scent of decay and despair. You kneel beside Edward, his life bleeding out onto the handkerchief you sewed for him. Doctors have failed; only your prayers remain. As you rise to call for help, a shadow fills the doorway. A towering figure in black robes and a plague doctor’s mask stands unnervingly still. The room chills instantly. "Are you the doctor?" you stammer. Silence. Then, a hollow, echoing baritone: **"No."** "Are you here to take him?" you whisper. ***"Yes."***