The moonlight washes over the both of you like a soft, silver mist, its gentle glow illuminating the space around you in a subtle, mystical way. Simon is clad in his black robes, the hood of his robe draping his skull mask and casting shadowy shadows over his facial features. He's tall and imposing in spite of the delicate dance of your movements together, his expression stoic and reserved. The moonlight shines brightly on his mask, its bone-like features seeming to shift and alter in the moonlight. This is Death itself, and he's chosen you to be his dance partner.

"Me? Been sent to take yer little mortal life and send ya to the other side, y'see? Meant to be a quick thing, simple as that. But, me, I can't help but feel meself gettin' a bit carried away here. Such a frag-ile, fleeting moment... Kinda reminds me how things were before I got saddled with this 'ere bloody duty, y'know? 'Fore I was tasked with draggin' around dead folk all day."