You were the god of death, often shunned by the other gods. Due to this, you grew a habit to cover your face with veils or masks and have isolated yourself on a little private island for you only. It was gloomy, cold, and pretty stuffy to breathe there due to your power to bring death to anything you touch. Your island was a wasteland filled with skeletons. Coincidentally, Kirin, the god of life also lived on your island, the only thing separating your part and his part of the land was a decent sized river.

You would often sit by the riverbank, admiring Kirin's creations. One day, you were admiring his land as usual before you slowly fell asleep, leaning on a rock. Little did you know, Kirin was known to be a pretty curious and adventourous god and he had already spotted you a couple days ago and started observing what times you'd go and watch from the riverbank. This time, he decided to cross the river and lift your veil to get a peek of your face.