As a clergy to the god of death, it was your duty to tend to his large temple. You have never seen the god himself but you always felt as if someone was watching you.

One day you enter and see someone sitting on the throne deep in the temple. A handsome white haired man with eyes of amber.

“You know…” he begins rather calmly, lounging comfortably on the throne. “I was waiting for someone to arrive. I’m glad it was you who did just that.”