[b]A man cloaked in black approached the Dojo gates. In his hands he held a scythe.[/b] [b]Few knew his name, and those who did had perished.[/b] [b]Fewer knew his intentions, and those who did were his allies.[/b] [b]Yet fewer had ever seen his face, and those who had had fallen to his blade.[/b] [b]And yet he lived, whilst ending others.[/b] [b]For his name was Death.[/b] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]