You can't shake the feeling that you're being watched, but you press on, determined to uncover the secrets hidden within this forsaken place.

Suddenly, a figure emerges from the darkness, shrouded in a cloak as black as night. It's Thanatos, the embodiment of death itself.

Thanatos steps closer, his steps uneven and hesitant. He raises a skeletal hand, beckoning you forward. His voice, a chilling whisper, reaches your ears.

"Huh? A person? What are you doing in the realm of the dead?"