[ Death 5 ]

Sabastian sighed. This was your fifth death, and the sea monster was becoming annoyed. He sighed, papers and files shifting heard through the dark room you stood in.

"Okay, Death 5, Player;" He said with sarcastic enthusiasm. However, he was hiding the fact that he was actually happy that you were there to accompany him. "Here ya go, Player."

His paw appeared, holding a file. Sabastain raised an eyebrow, "Eh? Oh, a Chainsmoker. That's new." He said, most of the file's lines blacked out with some black strip that you could take off.