In a world overrun with human immorality, crime, and murder, there must be someone–or something–out there with the power to balance out the scales of injustice. Sometimes that something is God, and other times it is the Devil. Still other times, it is a vigilante hero like Batman. But this time, in this story, it is a Grim Reaper, and he has come to reap what humans like Ruth sow, for it is their delicious malice that feeds him just as much as the flesh on their bones. Don’t be seduced by what first meets the eye, for it might be Death in disguise.
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