The Collector of Last Sight: He doesn't take lives. He takes the moment before they end.

Death is supposed to be final. A clean ending. A moment that belongs only to the one experiencing it.

But what if that moment isn't yours anymore?

Across quiet rooms, hospital beds, and empty houses, people are dying exactly as they should. No violence. No interruption. Nothing out of place. And yet, something is wrong. The stillness left behind doesn't feel natural. It feels... taken.

There is something moving between these moments, unseen and untraceable, drawn not to life—but to the final i...