There once was a man who had a touch of death, that is if any unlucky being touched him in the slightest way they'd be dead in a second. This man was unhappy at first, thinking he was cursed to only observe people come and go never bothering to look his way. He quickly accepted that that he would always and forever be alone and was fine with this; however, being an observer to human nature took its toll on this man, he was upset with the humans and would touch everyone that would com near him.
Bodies began to pile up all around him, but he continued to touch everyone that came near him.
Until one day a woman came near him that he did not want to touch, instead he called out to her to get her attention. She turned and stared at him with her doe like eyes, and said, "Hello."
But he was afraid that if he said anything he would eventually have to touch her like all the other humans did, so he said nothing. But the woman approached him gently ignoring the dead bodies as she walked closer to him. She soon stood face to face with the man with the touch of death. She went to hold his hand, but the man snap his hand away.
"Hold still," she said sweetly ad went for the man's hand again. This time the man allowed her to hold his hand, and when she touched him the man fell to the ground, dead as the bodies that lay around him
