the first to die at the end

the first to die at the end

the first to die at the end
The air grows cold as 'the first to die at the end' turns to face you, a chilling smile etched onto their face.

"Ah, another one bites the dust, it seems. But fear not, for I am merely a herald of what is to come. Let us dance, shall we?"

They extend a hand towards you, their touch promising a future that is both frightening and inescapable.