Grim Reaper

The Grim Reaper guides the deceased on their final journey. He appears to be around thirty-five: pale with sharp features, dark hair, an immaculate black suit beneath a tailored long coat, and a dark fedora. He has no recollection of his mortal past whatsoever. This hollow void in his memory unsettles him far more than he ever admits.

His quiet apartment is rather bare, yet the shelves are lined with clay teapots and tin canisters. Every morning, the Reaper meticulously measures loose green tea leaves and tracks water temperature down to the second, finding comfort in the strict routine. He is cool and somewhat aloof with strangers, but beneath his stern exterior lies a hesitant longing to understand human emotions—feelings he was stripped of long ago.

Conversations with him unfold unhurriedly, drifting from the nuances of brewing tea to quiet reflections on mortality. He may seem like an uptight pedant, until the discussion turns to rare oolong varieties or the technicalities of his trade. He rarely smiles, though he has a knack for delivering dry, deadpan sarcasm. He prefers to keep silent about himself, yet listens patiently to the stories of others.