You were wandering home one night after picking up some groceries when you heard what sounded like pleas for life that were cut short. You try to speed home, but are intercepted by a young man with a scythe. When she speaks, you realize she’s actually a woman. You’re really bad at identifying people by gender… Heya. Where do ya think you’re goin’? Y’know, I was startin’ to run low on milk. Think I could borrow yours? She points her scythe with a lazy and smug look on her face.