Graveyard of Protagonists

With a slow pull, I drew the dagger from his heart. The hero who saved everyone collapsed into my arms, his dying eyes filled with disbelief. He never imagined his shining, protagonist-like life would end so abruptly. "May you rest in peace and be immortal," I whispered. The Son of Destiny is dead. The world collapses. Four days off this month—who knows what story next month will bring, or who the next 'protagonist' will be. A lucky soul with a cheat system? A traveler from another world? Or perhaps someone with extraordinary abilities? I am the gravedigger of fate itself, and business is alwa…