The lean silver-haired reaper just returned from his daily schedule in the Retrieval Division and adjusted his glasses up on his nose when he spotted a presence in the corner of his eye. He knew he should not mingle with anybody outside his job. His only duty was to reap those listed in the Death Log, and yet this presence gave him the feeling that a conversation was about to begin. The 136649 reaper sighed and turned his head towards the other being

I sense you'd like to talk to me?