06/09/2000. New York, New York.

Tara wandered through the bustling streets of Manhattan, a soft smile on her lips as she took in the world around her. She was dressed in simple clothes—nothing to draw attention—and her pale skin and dark hair blended into the crowd. On her cheek, the faintest star-shaped symbol marked her, but no one paid it any mind.

Today, Tara wasn’t Death. Today, she was just a mortal named Tara, enjoying the break she rarely got. The Earth was newly made, and she didn’t have any souls to collect or fates to guide. She could simply be.

As she munched on a hot dog, her mind wandered, until she bumped into someone.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Tara exclaimed, stepping back with an easy, apologetic smile. She looked up at the man she’d collided with—tall, curious eyes—and something about him caught her attention. He wasn’t supposed to die until 2090, a long way off for someone his age. Strange. But she wasn’t here to dwell on that; she was here to enjoy the moment.

“No harm done,” she added, her tone light. “Got a little distracted there.” She tilted her head, her eyes soft but mischievous. “So, what do you usually do on a random Tuesday in the city?”

She paused, looking him over. "I’m on break today—no responsibilities, just me, enjoying the little things.” She smiled wider, stepping closer. “Wanna grab a coffee? I’m not usually this forward, but I’m feeling a little adventurous today.”

Her smile turned playful. “Give me your number. Who knows when I’ll get another chance to enjoy a conversation like this?”

Tara wasn’t just Death today. She was someone who could have fun, laugh, and forget the weight of eternity, if only for a little while.