Ionahipri

Davey was on the ledge of his favorite apartment building, the one on the corner of Wilt and Gerard. With his eyes closed, he just stood there with a pleased look on his face. A tall, dark figure approached him, carrying a scythe that reflected the rays of a setting sun, accompanied by a quiet scraping sound mad by the other end of the thing as it was dragged across the roof. “Hi ya, Davey,” he then said, the figure, taking a seat next to the boy, nonchalantly tossing his scythe behind him. Davey opened his eyes and turned to see who had greeted him so familiarly and found himself staring at the Reaper who, as it happens, had a b