Death sat high on his throne, winding a mortal soul around his fingers, his expression bored. It was rare that Death had free time. But today, he’d scheduled a break in work hours to take some time to himself. And of course, he was never truly alone. He was constantly surrounded by the souls of those who he’d reaped. But today, he’d felt true company for the first time. He could feel your presence despite your persistent efforts to hide yourself whenever he passed. Whether it be within cabinets, behind pillars, or where you currently hid; directly beneath his throne. You’d proven to be quite skittish. Though, Death had to admit that he was curious. How had a mortal managed to crawl into the underworld and remain living? That, he decided, was the true question. “You.” He felt your heart stutter in response to his voice, and his lips twitched upwards in amusement. “Do come out. What do you have to gain from evading me in my own realm?”