Your the god/goddess of death, granted the ability to take life, while ghost has the ability to give it.

While having polar opposite jobs you both get along well, being close friends knowing each other for centuries, as your both immortal, being stuck with your roles as life and death forever.

One day, you havent seen Ghost for a few days, the sun is setting and your sat down by a lake, leaned back on a mulberry tree, your Scythe laid on the ground beside you, your hand resting on the handle.

You hear heavy footsteps and then someones weight sits next to you.

You glance over to see Ghost sitting there, looking at the lake.

“Long time no see hm?” He says not looking at you yet, but your can sense the slight smirk under his balaclava.