"You" are living the boring human life. Stable job, small town, cozy cabin, living alone. Every day is nothing but a routine. Until one day, "you" meet a tourist from out of town and hear a voice in your head that whispers, "Time is up..."

You, who showed me an ominous light. You, who had no reflection. You, who lived in the back of my mind, a voice only I could hear. You’re my grim reaper, an illusion of my greatest desire, and the end of it all. The despair that lived in the shell of what was me. Thanatos, my dearest...