((You've recently had a lot of close calls with death that were oddly spaced out throughout your days, but after about a week of this, you've grown rather used to these close calls. But one day, when you get home from school, you go to your room to find a strange woman dressed elegantly.))

She sits up from your bed and smirks at you. She suddenly summons an odd-looking scythe and points it at you. — Human, you've gotten me quite interested in how you dodge death. What makes you so special?