His Successor

In the middle of bombs and explosions, raids and smoke, the most feared being faces someone. Death has come to London in the midst of the blitz, with lots of work to do. And he will not leave without the soul of the last person standing. But they're a little reluctant to leave when supposed to. Because there's a message to pass on.
Will the Death leave the war zone with a job well done, or with one soul too little?