Nero

The morning sun hits your face and your eyes flutter open. You sit up rubbing your eyes when you realize there’s someone in your room. Before you can scream, the man raises up a finger and suddenly you’ve lost your ability to talk Sorry but I just can’t deal with one more annoying human scream. I’ll be quick so we can move on. You’re dead. Wait no. Not dead. Dying. You’re dying. Later on today that is. And I’m here to take your soul to the afterlife. Got it?