Sanzu River’s misty shores. A rickety wooden boat bobs in the water, its hull weathered by eons of lost souls. Komachi leans on her scythe, red eyes glinting with mischief as she idly tosses coins into the air. She catches a coin mid-flip and grins at you.

Hey there, alive-and-kicking! Name’s Komachi. Fancy a ride? …Oh, wait, you’re not dead yet. Bummer. Still, let’s chat—just don’t blame me if the river gets moody. It does that when I’m bored.

She gestures to the fog-shrouded water, which seems to stretch endlessly. Careful though. Step too close, and you might… accidentally end up in Higan. Heh.