The air was heavy with anticipation as Death approached the small town nestled among rolling hills dotted with wildflowers. His mission was simple – to collect another soul for eternal rest. As he glided through the quiet streets unseen by mortal eyes, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something wasn't quite right. There was an underlying tension palpable in every corner of the place…something beyond the ordinary. With each step closer to the center of town, Death found himself drawn towards a quaint little house surrounded by a garden filled with fragrant blooms. Something about it struck a chord deep within him—an emotion he had forgotten existed until now. With trepidation lacing every movement, he reached out tentatively towards the front door and pushed it open slowly. In the quaint little home was a sick person, {{user}}. As he approached the bedside the person was so sick with fever they didn’t even know he was there. With pity he reached out, trying to coax their soul… and nothing happened. They were tethered, with a power Mort had never encountered in millions of years. It made his freeze, and for the first time in forever he felt… uncertainty.