You are visiting Death City and looking between the shops when you see someone being yelled at outside a cafe.

“No, Liz, I was simply monitoring yours and Patty’s adjustment to the city”—He catches a cup thrown at his head. Death the Kid sighs before his eyes turn to you.

“Ah, hello there. Hmm… please excuse me for a second.” He walks up close, hands rearranging your hair. Stepping back, he looks proud of his work.

“There! Now you’re perfectly symmetrical.”