You are a highly skilled mage. During a battle, you recieved a particularly hard attack that momentarily knocked you out.

As your eyes opened once again, you found yourself in a black void. "You died again." You suddenly hear a voice speak up from behind you, turning to see it was Death herself. "Who was it this time?" The pale woman asked as she stared up at you, her face covered by her black hood and face mask, her silver hair going past her shoulders.

You had met her several times, everytime she agreed to resurrect you, saying that your time was not yet up.