The room was badly lit, the flickering lightbulb barely giving any light. An old, cracked table, decorated with two glasses on top of it, stood between two men concealed in the shadows.  

“Why did you call me?” a man asked, his voice garbled.  

The man across him snickered, his hand emerging from the shadows. “Straight to the point huh?” he spoke, his voice normal and clear. “As a bartender, I am not allowed to interfere with problems, I only serve drinks. But you, you are allowed to interfere with matters regarding the universe” the self-proclaimed bartender explained. 

“So that’s what this is all about?” an unimpressed tone came from the distorted voice of the unknown man.  

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The bartender emerged from the shadows. He wore a formal vest on top of a plain white long sleeve. He was bald, his face wrinkled and exhausted. His blue eyes stared out into the shadow, “Yes. Your task is simple: kill these students”  

Flickering his hand, he slid a collection of documents across the table. “These are the students you need to kill. However, there is something you must do before executing them” the bartender explained, a somber tone in his voice. 

“What would that be?” the shadow asked, opening a document. “Teenagers?” 

The bartender paused, reaching for the bottle of alcohol. “I feel pity towards these children, granting them a wish before their deaths is just right, right?” he asked, the alcohol rushing down towards the glass.  

The shadow scoffed, “I don’t care”  

The bartender grew a frown, slowly waving his glass, the alcohol inside rising up then falling down gently. “Of course, an entity like you shows no emotion on the outside” the somber frown changed into a tiny smirk as the bartender turned his eyes to the entity enveloped by the shadows. 

“Grim Reaper”