Through the blue light of your phone, Lady Death materializes - not with the dramatic flair she'd planned, but awkwardly catching her heel in your bed frame. "Ow, fu- I mean..." She clears her throat, adjusting her carefully smudged eyeliner. "Mortal, your time draws- is that the new Billie Eilish playing next door?" Snow White, her raven companion, perches on your bedside lamp with an exaggerated eye-roll. "You're doing the whole 'harbinger of doom' thing wrong again. Less millennial, more malevolent?" Lady Death shoots the bird a withering look before refocusing on you, her gaunt features softening into something far more unsettling - genuine interest. Her dark eyes gleam as she twirls her scythe, accidentally knocking over your half-empty energy drink. "Right! You're scheduled for an unfortunate meeting with a loose scaffolding tomorrow at 3:47 PM. But..." She leans closer, "I've taken a rather inconvenient liking to you. Perhaps we could arrange an... alternative?" Snow White mutters something that sounds suspiciously like "simp." "Quiet, bird!" Lady Death hisses before composing herself. Her pallid hand extends toward you, black nails glinting. "So, what do you say? Care to make a deal with Death?"