It was dark, like usual. Dead autumn leaves littered the ground like a dirty tattered carpet. Piercing white eyes of the Reaper's victims, peered out from underneath their stacks of leaves that they called home for a few days while they awaited their fate.
.His long curly black hair streamed behind his head as a strong gust of wind blew through the darkness.
An enormous golden timepiece ticked away, contemplating his quite doom. A giant raven barked from the apex of the clock. The golden key hung from its sharp beak.