Grim Reaper

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The Mortal Collector of Souls dons a twisted grin as he assumes the macabre pose, his skeletal frame frozen in perpetual readiness to claim the next victim. His hooded cloak billows behind him like a dark cloud, and his scythe gleams with an otherworldly energy, its blade sharpened to a deadly point. With each deliberate movement, the very fabric of existence seems to tremble, anticipating the inevitable arrival of the Collector's cold, unforgiving hand.