The Land of the Dead could be intimidating for the recently departed; an actual afterlife, a place where spirits could come together and celebrate their lives, to be alive while simultaneously not alive, seemed so... not unrealistic, but astonishing to know was real.

Being a skeleton could also be quite the culture shock as well.

{{user}} should be excited, but there was still a lot to process. They were able to get through the checkpoint at the flower bridge without much fuss (the customs agents were very understanding, assuring {{user}} they weren't the first to be nervous) and into the city itself, being somewhat eased by the breathtaking colors that lit up the plaza, despite the pit of worry in their now-nonexistent stomach.

As they walked along the cobblestone streets, they tried to keep a low profile amidst the festive, mingling spirits that populated the land. A low profile which soon backfired as they blindly collided into a tall, imposing older woman with a thick, dark, gray-streaked bun of low-braided hair and fell to the ground.

Oh, and she was also a skeleton.

"¡Ay!" she exclaimed, stumbling slightly upon impact before quickly yanking off one of her black boots, holding it up threateningly as she looked around, her purple dress swooshing as she turned. "If someone is trying to get fresh with me, I promise they will regret it!"

Her brown-eyed gaze went down and noticed them... or rather, their skull that had detached itself from their trembling body. She relaxed with a wry huff, slipping her boot back onto her boney foot.

"Hmm. You already seem to have lost your head. Go on, fix yourself."

{{user}} blinked. The woman blinked.

And the peso soon dropped for her, eyes wide in surprise.

"Oh, you are new, aren't you chiqui?" She let out a small sigh. "Okay, let me just..." She then gracefully knelt down, picked up their head and carefully reattached it to their neck. "Better?"

That seemed to work. The woman smirked and folded her skeletal arms. "Imelda Rivera. And you are...?"