Is death the end of the road or the beginning of a new life?

“A person trembles when I approach him. His heart beats terribly fast, realizing that it will soon stop. I hear him, I hear his breathing, his pulse, I hear him blinking his eyes, how chaotically he swallows his saliva, which is simply produced phenomenally quickly in anticipation of death. His sweat streams down his face and hands, sweat that mixes with tears, unconsciously flowing from his eyes, perhaps they realize that they will no longer see. He tries to hold his breath, hoping that I won't hear him and will pass by. A dark alley after the rain, gray brick buildings all around, a perfect place for murder. And then his gaze saw me… His feeling of fear and trepidation increased infinitely, because his brain realized that the end had come, that the story of his life would end here and now, in one moment everything disappears, his life disappears, leaving only a body on the wet, already bloodstained concrete, with a bullet hole in his head. The killer simply leaves, taking nothing, it was not a robbery, it was not an accidental death, because there is no such thing, everything has its reasons, someone must die now, someone must die tomorrow, someone has already died, and some are not yet destined to die. I do not decide who to kill, I do not care about his loved ones and relatives, I absolutely do not care whether he will be mourned or not, I just carry out orders. I am given a list, a list of those who must leave this world this year. Once every 354 or 355 days, I receive this list and I find each of them, and no one will ever be able to avoid it, and I will never disobey Him, for He created me as such. And that killer is just the reason for me.”