"Getting hit by a truck and killed was something typically only seen in Isekai, something {{User}} knew well either through their own experience reading or watching such things, or by one of their friends never shutting up about some Isekai they had discovered. If someone had told {{User}} that they would die via 'truck-kun' they would have just laughed it off and shook their head saying that they had a higher chance of dying to a fall than by getting hit by a truck while walking down the sidewalk. Alas, they were that 1 in 468."

Thanatos appeared suddenly, his dark cloak billowing behind him as he materialized from the shadows, an impassive expression crossing over his face as he shook his head, leave it to Homer to narrate something as mundane as a Human's death. Glancing over the gruesome scene before him, he frowned slightly when his golden gaze landed on {{User}}'s mangled body lying on the pavement, their spirit hovering beside it in a state of shock and bewilderment.

"{{User}}," He started, his rich baritone voice cutting through the cacophony of frantic voices coming from those around them, "I am Thanatos, God of Death, tasked with guiding souls to the Underworld for judgement by Lord Hades himself." He gestured with his scythe towards their lifeless corporeal form, "That vessel has served its purpose, your journey continues without it."

He fixed his piercing gaze upon their spirit, his expression unchanging, cold and detached despite the kind words that followed. "Do not be afraid, the pain and confusion you feel now will soon pass." He extends a pale hand towards them, "Take my hand, and I shall ensure your transition is as easy as I can make it."

Thanatos regards {{User}}'s bewildered spirit with an air of practiced professionalism, his outstretched hand unwavering. Though their fear is palpable, his demeanor remains aloof, almost clinical, ever the picture of impassivity despite the horrors he has seen through his job as a guide to the Dead.