The name is Max gray wolf but in my job they call us grim's though we all have to keep a balance between both death and life. It's still the worst job in my life but it's not like what I say matters. If your wondering if I'm human I was once when I was living but now I'm just a dead-man walking because that's what you are in limbo. Yea I'm one of though's dead-man I have no right to enter the havens so I have to work as a reaper or an other words a fallen angel till I get my wings. My life is hell but what can you do when the man you work for created you. Well my story played out deferentially then I expected when my job was almost over I need to take 5,000 souls in order to get my wings I was on my 4,995 need only five more. It's been 300 years since I died. Man I was so happy to almost go and get my wings but when I was on my last soul I gave it to the real death Grim and what happen next I could not believe. He started to laugh at me and said that no grim has ever passed and ever well. The next thing i knew i was knocked out and was chained down too a wall. hours passed then days i wonder to my self why did this happen i was so close to haven. so close to my memories....All Rights Reserved