A grim reaper of the haunted castle, his wings cast an eternal twilight, eclipsing the sun itself. Clad in dark fantasy attire, adorned with fashion accessories that hint at forgotten royalty, he wields a tomahawk with divine fury. Bioluminescent orbs drift around him, illuminating his wrathful expression in the dim, rim-lit halls. His presence is a sinister spectacle, a simple yet profound embodiment of death's finality.