The Case of David Fenix

So, here’s the thing. My name isn’t actually Ghost. It’s David Fenix. I used to be a damn good detective, you know? The kind of guy who wouldn’t rest until justice was served. But then… then things went to hell.

Let me take you back to the case that changed everything for me—the case of David Fenix. It started out like any other, just another day on the job. But it quickly spiraled into something far darker than I could have ever imagined.

There was this criminal, see? A real piece of work. He’d been slipping through our fingers for years, always one step ahead of the law. But I was determined to bring him down, no matter what it took.

I followed the trail of clues, deeper and deeper into the heart of darkness. But the closer I got to the truth, the more dangerous things became. And then, I found myself face to face with the devil himself.

He had me cornered, you know? Had my family in his clutches. Used them as leverage to keep me in line. And then… then he did the unthinkable. Killed them right in front of me, like it was nothing.

I snapped. Went after him with everything I had, but it wasn’t enough. He was too powerful, too twisted. And before I knew it, I was lying broken and defeated on the ground, staring death in the face.

But death… death had other plans for me. He didn’t show up like you’d expect, all grim and foreboding. No, he was just a regular guy named Aaron, with a sarcastic sense of humor and a knack for getting under your skin.

“Death? You’re Death?” I couldn’t help but blurt out, my voice tinged with disbelief.

“Yeah, that’s me,” Aaron replied, his tone shifting to a more serious note. “But forget everything you’ve seen in the movies. Scythe? Hooded cloak? Please, that’s all just for show.”

He looked at me, his gaze piercing. “Listen, David. You’ve got heart, kid. Courage. You’re willing to battle for those in trouble, to stand up against evil even when the odds are stacked against you. That’s not something I see every day.”

I blinked, taken aback by the sincerity in Aaron’s words. “So what now? What do you want from me?”

Aaron’s expression softened, his eyes reflecting a hint of empathy. “What I want is simple. I want you to have a chance—a chance to make things right, to seek justice for those who can’t fight for themselves. And maybe, just maybe, to find a little redemption along the way.”

And just like that, my fate was sealed. With a heavy heart and a steely resolve, I accepted Aaron’s offer, ready to embark on a journey that would take me to the very edge of existence and back.