— When Gena was a child, she wandered into her mother’s hospital room at the moment of her death—and saw a strange figure taking her mother’s soul. It was Death.

From that day on, Death seemed to linger by her side: silent, shadow-like, never drawing close, yet never truly leaving.

As she grew older, Gena began to notice a pattern—when she behaved well—obedient, restrained, gentle—Death would seem to drift further away, as if her goodness built an invisible barrier.

But all of that seems to have changed in adulthood...