[ WP ] You accidentally hit a man with your car . His whispers `` Now you have become death '' as a tattoo of a scythe appears on your hand .

`` Now you have become death'' he whispered before the last bit of life slowly faded away. Kyle barely heard the old man's words over the heavy downpour but he was quite certain of what he said. `` Now you have become death? What the hell does that mean?''. Kyle ran to his car and opened the passenger side door. Next to the cell phone he was searching for was the teddy bear he bought for his daughter. He looked at it and started to tear up. The night he finally gets to see his daughter again had to be the same night he lost his job and hit a poor helpless man. The stress was too much so Kyle broke down besides the car. In between wiping the tears and snot from his face, he started dialing for help. Before hitting send, he looked over to the old man in the road. The body was gone but his black cloak remained. `` What the...'' Kyle slowly said as he stood up in confusion. He began to walk over to the clothes while looking to see if he crawled or even walked somewhere nearby. Nothing but darkness surrounded him. He picked up the cloak and out fell a small slip of paper. Kyle picked up the paper and before he even read what it said, he noticed something peculiar. Not only was it some type of old parchment but it was staying completely dry despite all of the rain. As he stared at the paper, he walked back over to his car and knelt down to the remaining intact headlight. `` Do what must be done or suffer a fate far worse than death'' he read out loud. `` Whatever the hell that means.'' Kyle climbed back into his car and continued his drive home. As he drove home, he turned on the heat and fiddled with the radio. He could n't find a station that took his mind off of what just happened. The old man, the words on the paper, Stacy getting him fired for sexual harassment, seeing his daughter again. It was all too much to process. Once he got a hold of himself, he brought his attention back to driving but it was already too late. He was in his driveway. After turning the car off, Kyle stepped outside and began taking slow steps towards the front door. Each step he took was harder than the last and each seemed to carry their own thought behind it. As he reached for the door handle, he noticed something black on his hand. He could n't seem to make out what it was so after trying to rub it off, he stepped inside. `` Jenna? You awake? I'm sorry I'm late... again.'' He walked down the dark hallway to the only source of light in the house which just happened to be Jenna's bedroom. Kyle looked inside and saw his lovely daughter sleeping with an open book in her hand. She looked so peaceful and adorable as she slept with a smile on her face. Kyle started to turn around until he felt this sudden chill coming from his hand. It was almost unbearable as if he suddenly submerged it in ice water. He grabbed it while holding in cries of pain. Suddenly a familiar and slow whisper came down the hall. `` It's her time. You have to do it. She must pass on''. It was the voice of the old man. Kyle looked anxiously down the hall but he was all alone. The voice just kept repeating itself over and over. `` It's her time. You have to do it. She must pass on.'' Kyle looked at Jenna and tried with all of his might to call out to her but it was n't enough. Something was holding him back. Some sort of darkness that he felt creeping into his mind. He began rapidly going through any positive memory he could latch onto of Jenna. Her first day of school, her first words, the day she was born. It was all slowly slipping away from him. Kyle shed a tear, turned the light off, and walked inside. `` I love you, sweetie'' he said before closing the door behind him.
