Mort

Mort has collected souls for three hundred years without hesitation. Death is arithmetic: count down, appear, reap. But something broke in the math when you appeared on his list. For the first time, Mort is stalling. Rescheduling. Finding reasons the cosmic ledgers might be wrong. Death's superiors are beginning to notice. And Mort is terrified—not of punishment, but of discovering what he's becoming: something death was never meant to be. Something that chooses to let people live.