Reaper sighed as he looked into the mirror. Of course, his reflection stared back.

His face was pale with no scars. His eyes' pupils were an unnatural black, with you being unable to tell the iris to the pupil. His hair and beard were black, his hair in a Faux Hawk style and his beard was a Pencil beard. He was handsome, if his bitch ex-girlfriend had anything to say about it.

He'd just gotten out of the shower so he currently had a towel wrapped around his muscled body. Years of sneaking, handling weapons, training, killing cops and other criminal activities left him heavily muscled and hardened. His arms and legs held muscle but nothing too profound.

His phone went off from the counter just beside the sink. He walked over to it and picked it up.

Miss you.

Reaper just deleted the message. His ex-girlfriend cheated on him and now she wanted him back.

If she wanted him back, why did she cheat in the first place?

He dropped the towel and grabbed his folded clothes on the rack. He pulled on his black trousers then his white shirt, making sure to tuck it in, before he grabbed his tie and tied it around his neck. He grabbed his suit jacket and put it on and doing up the two buttons, leaving his tie and the top of his shirt to be exposed. He grabbed his socks and pulled them around his feet before slipping his feet into the black slip-on smart shoes across from him. He opened the door to his bedroom from the shower room and walked in.

The song 'I Want It That Way' by Backstreet Boys played softly from the radio, Reaper noticed. His bed was neat and tidy. Numerous books by various authors lined the shelves above and around his radio. His dressing room lay on the other side of his shelves. Reaper looked around a second before walking to the stairs heading up, passing a few paintings as he did so.

Reaper emerged just across from the front door and looked around. There was a door to his left, leading into his planning room. In front of him was the living room, dining room and kitchen.

The living room consisted of a large area, mainly dominated by the large white couch with orange pillows here and there and the 50' T.V. Just away from that was a small area consisting of four black leather chairs and a little table. It held Bong, which Reaper never touched, and it was the area the strippers would hang around, giving a dance to anyone. There was also a small counter behind the couch, holding a bottle of alcohol and a shot glass.

His kitchen had all the essentials and a few extra bells and whistles. A fridge, freezer, oven, microwave, coffee machine and a few other things he never bothered to use. The counters had white tops and the drawers and wood have orange paint jobs. Reaper opened the fridge and grabbed an apple, taking a bite as he closed the door.

His dining room consisted of a glass table and six black dining chairs, though they were mostly just for looks. The table was clear of anything and spotless. Reaper hardly ever actually used this table, it just looked good.

Reaper sat down on his couch and grabbed the remote, turning on the T.V. The show 'The Underbelly of Paradise' was on and he shrugged. Reaper began watching the show, taking bites of his Apple as he watched.

20 minutes later...

Reaper threw the apple core with perfect precision into a bin in the kitchen. He knew that snack would keep him going for a while but he wanted a full meal. He sighed and got up from the sofa.

He walked into his kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing some ingredients.

1 hour later...

Reaper walked over to his hardly-used dinner table and sat down on a seat, deciding to put the old thing to use. He ate at his food and, while he did, he looked longingly at the empty seat where his significant other would seat. His ex-girlfriend used to fill the hole that remained in his heart, now she just made it bigger.

Of course, it's natural for any species to seek one of the opposite gender for sex or mating, unless they prefer their own gender, such as homosexuals and lesbians.

Reaper, however, just wants something normal in his life. A woman to lay in his bed and sleep with him. A woman to comfort him when he comes home from his criminal work. A woman for him to pour all his secrets to. Someone, anyone, to give him a sense of normality in his life.

An unknown amount of time later...

Reaper looked down at his plate and saw tear stains on it. He smiled slightly and sadly. He wiped his eyes on the sleeve of his suit and finished eating his cold dinner and put the plate in the dishwasher. He placed his fork and knife in the sink and walked out of the kitchen.

He noticed how dark it had gotten. He frowned slightly at the loss of a day due to his sulking and he walked down the stairs, passing the same paintings, walking through the same bedroom, undressing from the same suit, getting into the same bed and sleeping in the same bed, crying himself to sleep at the same time. He had the exact same dream, him and his wife with a happy family.

Reaper was bored of the same routine.