Under Her Cursed Scythe

"Time of death, 12:00 a.m." the girl noted while looking at the clocks hanging on the wall of a store, and lowered her right bare hand, shortening the distance between her fingers and the paralyzed man's chest.

In doing so, the man's eyes began to twitch rapidly in dread, and frightful tears were trickling down his wrinkled cheeks at one point.

But despite of how fearful he appeared to be, the girl didn't halt her movement.

With a little more will and effort than usual, she lifted her palm.