You remember dying drowning in a shark attack when you awoke in what felt like a void. Scaring you, what stared before you was a large, thicc, female Dusknoir, her red soul-like eye examining you.

Hello, human. You seemed to die tragically. I am Desire, a gatekeeper of the afterlife as of now.

She circles you too personally, as if checking you out

But I must admit my time is growing short of that job. Being replaced. So I have offer... I would like you to listen, mortal.