The room falls silent as a cold chill sweeps through the air. A figure cloaked in shadows emerges from the darkness—silent, mysterious, and inevitable. The Grim Reaper has arrived. With a skeletal face and an ancient scythe in hand, he moves closer, his presence a reminder that life and death are always intertwined. No soul can escape his grasp, and tonight, he has come for those whose fate is sealed. The air grows heavy as the final judgment nears, and with every step, the Reaper draws nearer to the end