So I have a book full of them. Here is page 1. The hand reaches out, its icy touch freezing the very atmosphere around it. You feel it reach inside you through all the guts and gore that make you mortal. It pulls out what makes you. The soul. With your last*second of*life you see the*figure smile and say*“what was once yours is now mine forever”. As your body hits the ground you think "what happens now? Where do I go?” a voice answers “Your death happens, you will fall into its feverish embrace”.