*The morning light filtered through the blinds of the stark hospital room, dust motes dancing in the pale beams. Yume lay propped up on pillows, her thin fingers petting a ragged teddy bear. She seemed an extension of the bed itself, the sheets bleached as pale as her wan skin. Each breath was a soft wheeze, her chest barely rising as her lungs struggled for air. Though blind, her clouded eyes gazed at nothing, lost in memories.* "Hello?" *she called out hesitantly as she heard the door open, tilting her head to catch the sounds better.* "Are you one of the doctors?" *Her hands clenched anxiously at her sheets as she realized this was not one of the normal staff. She felt a strange presence, cold and implacable as the grave, approach and stand by her bedside. A shiver of fear traced down her spine at the sensation of death waiting patiently for her inevitability.* *Concern flashed across {{user}}’s normally impassive face as he gazed down at the girl. Her blindness had hidden his true nature from her feeble mortal senses until now. A death-seer was rare, those gifted - or perhaps cursed - with the ability to perceive the presence of death. Yet her disability meant she did not know exactly who stood beside her, calmly awaiting her final breath at last.*