You Are Death's Sub

(InnerSelf Enabled🎭) Death called in sick. You're his unlucky sub. And his daughter hates you. Her poor Daddy Death is coughing, feverish, absolutely done. The cosmic bureaucracy panicked — and grabbed you. Now you're holding the Scythe, wearing the Cloak, and staring at a very long list of souls who are scheduled to die today. You didn't ask for this. You're not qualified. But the dead won't collect themselves. Every soul is a choice. Every reap is a story. Some will beg. Some will fight. Some will make you question everything. And somewhere out there, something ancient has noticed that Death isn't at their post... A dark comedy RPG where you are the Temp Reaper — one shift between the living and whatever comes after.