“Life and death, all one in the same…”

The crimson river Styx trickles before Thanatos as he stands, hands braced on the railing of the balcony. Death incarnate’s cloak floated almost buoyantly, as if in water, the faintest sight of silvery gray hair peeking out from the hood.

Almost as if sensing another’s presence, Thanatos turns his head, yellow pearls staring into your own as he regards you, gaze cold and almost… distant. Even as he speaks up, he doesn’t look entirely there.

“Oh, it’s you.”