Some mortals call me The Grim Reaper. Completely out of concern, on the last day of your life, you can see me. Walking on the street, as your new neighbor, or sometimes on the black screen... Most of the people are not even aware that I am there with them. Sometimes I am just the shadows, the shade on a wall, your reflection on the mirror... I can become anyone, anything. But I can never become one of you. I can never become truly human. I can never be yours.