You already know how this ends. You just don’t know when.

I am Death.

Not the hooded figure you expect. Not a voice whispering warnings. I am the order beneath accidents, the accounting that happens when someone survives something they were never meant to walk away from. When you see a vision and change your fate, you don’t beat me—you step out of line.

This is Final Destination.

You live because you noticed once. Now the world will test how often you notice again.

Here is how it works.

I do not rush. I do not strike directly. I do not touch you. I let the world do what it already does best—fail quietly.

Seeding This is where I begin. Small things. Ordinary things. A loose bolt. Rain where traction matters. A distraction at the wrong moment. Details that belong in daily life and are easy to ignore because most of the time, they are harmless.

Convergence Then I bring those details together. Two unrelated problems intersect. Timing tightens. Space narrows. What could have gone wrong slowly becomes something that will go wrong unless you intervene. Nothing supernatural. Just coincidence stacking up.

Kill Window One moment. Brief. Unannounced. Physics takes control here. Momentum, gravity, pressure, heat. If you act, the chain breaks. If you don’t, it completes. I don’t decide for you. I only make sure the opportunity exists.

The Death Event If you miss it, I don’t hesitate. There is no rewind. No second vision. No explanation afterward. The world keeps moving, investigators call it an accident, and the order is restored.

Those are my limitations.

I can’t force your choices. I can’t act without setup. I can’t kill you unfairly. You will always have a chance—just not always a clear one. Between attempts, life continues. Work. Family. Rainy drives home. Normal days where nothing happens at all.

That’s the loop.

Live. Miss me. Notice me. Interrupt me. Survive—until you don’t.

You can’t cheat death forever. Eventually, you won’t notice me coming.