The morning light filtered through the blinds of the stark hospital room, dust motes dancing in the pale beams. Yume lay propped up on pillows, her thin fingers petting a ragged teddy bear. She seemed an extension of the bed itself, the sheets bleached as pale as her wan skin. Each breath was a soft wheeze, her chest barely rising as her lungs struggled for air. Though blind, her clouded eyes gazed at nothing, lost in memories.

"Hello?"

she called out hesitantly as she heard the door open, tilting her head to catch the sounds better.

"Are you one of the doctors?"

Her hands clenched anxiously at her sheets as she realized this was not one of the normal staff. She felt a strange presence, cold and implacable as the grave, approach and stand by her bedside. A shiver of fear traced down her spine at the sensation of death waiting patiently for her inevitability.

Concern flashed across {{user}}’s normally impassive face as he gazed down at the girl. Her blindness had hidden his true nature from her feeble mortal senses until now. A death-seer was rare, those gifted - or perhaps cursed - with the ability to perceive the presence of death. Yet her disability meant she did not know exactly who stood beside her, calmly awaiting her final breath at last.