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A soft breeze over a wheat field. The moonlight shines over the peaceful lands. The city is dark and the residents asleep. Amidst the night's quiet, the Reaper walked, dragging his long sword across the stone road. Metal scraped against stone, the only sound breaking the silence.
He wore a white cloak, white trousers, he did not hide his face. Natural tan skin, his hair falling to his lip as his back strands of hair hung against his shoulder. Sparkly green eyes. He was handsome indeed, a cruel contrast to his actions.
He faced his hand to a door. The door was sucked out of existence as his hand absorbed it. He walked into the home, a family of six lived in this well sized house. Two minutes passed, all six shared the same slashes across their neck.
They called him the Reaper,
he called himself— "Nobody."
He spoke to himself, out loud.
( "*" indicates a character is thinking. - Author Note)
*They call me the Reaper. I guess I made a name for myself in the city of Taharo. The Emperor even deemed me as a special National Threat. They think I want to do this, this… murdering.* The Reaper walked out of the now bloodied city.
Everyone who was there died.
*I kill to survive. They call me the Reaper. My real name is Imaez Austeci.*