The Reaper came, a familiar entity to The Counselor. For many decades and centuries, it has followed him and the countless Time Lords that came before him. The Reaper was spiteful since he could not take a Time Lord's soul upon their death--except after their twelfth regeneration.
The Reaper: We meet again, Counselor.
The Counselor did not respond. His broken heart was all he could hear.
The Reaper: You've felt it, haven't you? A change in the universe?
The spell was broken, and The Counselor faced The Reaper, noticing the mocking tone in the entity's voice.
The Counselor: Is this your doing?
The Reaper: Of course not. Time, as you very well know, took care of your precious Sim.
The Counselor: Then what did you mean about this "change"?
The Reaper commenced his duties. Out from his sleeve, his scythe came forth, and with a swift strike, Imran was gone. Begging to spare a Sim's life wouldn't work. Not for Time Lords, at least.
The Reaper: Nothing to worry about. You'll find out, soon enough.
The Reaper did his haunting laugh before vanishing into the ether.
Alone and left wondering... Will his regeneration fail when the time comes?
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