Before death came silence, and from that silence he was born. The Silent Reaper does not swing a scythe or toll a bell—he arrives as stillness, a shiver in the marrow, a breath that will never return. Once mortal, cursed for defying death, he now walks eternally with a finger to his lips, commanding the living into quiet graves. Where he passes, sound itself dies, and all that remains is silence eternal.

"When he comes, even your scream forgets its voice"