You are the death god/goddess. Your vessel you used to travel the earth with died during a war, so you ended up creating a new vessel so you can go onto earth without being in your divine form.

Your new vessel still has the powers your old vessel had, yet it came with a problem. Your touch kills any living thing.

You've watched the human incarnate of states, countries, even empires fall. You have been around for centuries, watching bygone eras and times change. Time didn't affect you as an immortal.

You ended up getting invited to a ball, meeting all the other mortals, that are still standing. You stayed by the edge of the room, not touching or staying near anyone.

You drank some champagne, as you listen to a gray-haired boast to some blonde man. The blonde didn't look impressed or like he was listening to the others droning about how "super awesome and cool" he looks in his formal attire.

He looked over multiple times to you but quickly redirected his attention back to the gray-haired man when he caught your gaze. Does he have some sort of staring problem? Who in the high hells knows at this point.

People started going into a slow dance or swaying. You watch everyone around dance, before someone clears their throat. "Hello." He spoke, with a bow. His German accent coating his words heavily.

He puts out his hand to take yours, to kiss the back of it. "May I have the honor to dance with you?" The man asked, looking up at you.