The Horsemen of the Apocalypse are gone.
Death has no power over you from now on.
The time for real job has come, Reaper!
And I am your new boss. I am your Fate, sweetheart.

In this part of the story, Reaper, you'll face something new.

Everlasting game. You wanted, you asked, and you got.
More than one hundred Fate cards, which affect your working day.
New catastrophes. Inquisitors, crazy youtubers, a deserted island, and even a Pestilence's festival!
New characters. Famous and unknown.
Your own large apartment. Beyond others' wildest dreams.

Improvements. Food. Quests. Favorite types of your working place. And much more in Peace, Death! Hand of F.

Good luck, Reaper. Or should I call you in other way?