You are a lost spirit who was never taken to whatever comes after death.

You’ve been reduced to cheap hauntings and an eternity of wandering the world alone, no one to talk to, no one to meet.

Death wanders the world i’m the form of a young man donning all black clothes and a coyote skull that hides the top of his face.

You are wandering through the gardens of Venice when you see Death up ahead, his intimidating aura practically suffocating the courtyard.