All in a day work for Death.

A lone, statuesque figure sat perched on the kerb of a deserted sidewalk, shrouded in shadows. Clothed in black leather from head to toe with a lit fag dangling from the lips, an ominous aura rolled off the stranger. The occasional dull gleam from the glowing embers of the clove cigarette revealed a masculine face with ebony hair adroitly slicked back against an ashen complexion. Though the man's posture was slacked and one of boredom, his attentive amber eyes was fixated on a particular spot situated a few feet from him.

Taking another long drag from the gasper, he broke the gaze to rummage through the pockets of his jacket before fishing out a couple of gadgets. The first, a sleek obsidian iPhone while the latter, a device of oddity appearance.  It was an antique stopwatch of sorts, one mechanism with a peculiar function. Silver engravings of intricate designs decorated the onyx clasp, while the face was carved out of crystal. Numerical symbols in an unknown tongue danced across the surface, flickering and diminishing at an accelerating pace, none which perplexed the musing observer. Pocketing the mystifying gear, he stood and dusted his attire promptly.

"Any moment now." he muttered, waiting patiently.

Within seconds after he uttered the words, a woman plummeted face front onto the gravel with a resounding crack, accurately in the area where his eyes were trained on seconds ago. The broken body was sprawled in an awkward position, rivulets of blood painting the ground crimson. The remaining part of her face that was still intact spoke of a once beautiful visage now matted with blood, her good eye glassy and unseeing.

Unfazed by the grisly sight that would have sent any sane being hurling or fleeing helter-skelter in the opposite direction; he pulled on his usual pair of black gloves with a calm and professional demeanour. Taking care to side step past the brain matter and bloody mess, he loomed over the deceased while deftly keying into his iPhone. "Gisele Cassidy, age 26, chronology ended when she decided to take the plunge due to an emotional turmoil over a broken relationship. Pity, you're quite the looker." He remarked with mock sympathy laced with sarcasm, liquid gold orbs skimming through the archive of the deceased information.

"Hmph, suicide by leaping off high rise structures is never a pretty sight. Why would anyone chose to die in such an ungainly manner, baffles me." The dark watcher snorted, shaking his head disdainfully.  Replacing his phone back to its original location, he leaned forward, fingers nipping at the air. A ghastly wraith materialized before him, the form retaining her bloodied appearance even in passing. The lady phantom ghosted around her previously inhabited shell and wailed soundlessly, staring morosely at the angel of death.

"Come along now, you're last on the list for tonight. I want to avoid clocking in additional hours past my work duration. After all, the effect of overtime kicks in hard when one is in this professionalism for eternity. " The Reaper exclaimed, his voice taking on a cheery note as he ushered the spectral entity forward to join the waiting line of apparitions moving into the Afterlife.

All's in a day's work for Death.