I am the Reaper. It is my job to wreak havoc, write death, and harvest souls. But for some reason, I cant seem to do any of that.   ForewordThe ReaperCharacters: Yoona-centricGenre: definitely not romanceWord count: 7,092Notes: Written for The Sky Is The Limit writing contest. I may have hidden a message in this fic, maybe I havent. Decide for yourself. Prompt used: "I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual." - Virginia Woolf. I didnt follow the quote literally, and chose to look at "writ[ing] about death" as "writing death," which sounded so much more poetic and open to interpretation. Alternate poster: [x]Thank you for reading.  ----reap [reep] // verb 1. to cut 2. to gather or take3. to get as a return, recompense, or result----- A story about one who reaps.