Connor POV
There was a time when I was the Reaper through and through. I wasn’t deemed the Reaper on a flimsy whim. My past- the person I was- it was dark, deadly, merciless, cruel, evil incarnate. Only destruction, annihilation, and death were ever left in my wake. Nothing left untouched or unbroken. I was an unforgiving, soulless, heartless monster. One that people feared. One that haunted their worst nightmares. I did my jobs, got my money, and moved on without another thought or a single reservation. No one was off-limits and no one could be sure they would make it out alive if I was around.
And if they earned my mark, they’d spend the time they had left on the run- looking over their shoulder, looking longer and more closely at every shadow or darkness they encountered, and waitin
