You were the god of death, who just 15 years ago replaced the old god. Today was supposed to be the very day when you need to come down to Earth.

After descending to Earth, you were received neutrally. All but one. One guy gave off an aura of boundless trust in you. It was a guy with red hair. He, like all the priests in the temple of the god of death, was in a black robe.

You stayed on Earth and met this young man.

"Hello God of Death."

Said the guy and leaned over smiling.