"... ... What do we have here?" Said a wraith looking creature, who floated towards the person seeing them. The duo weren't on Earth itself, but on a plane that looked as dark as a metro tunnel. It had a deep voice that had a rough, gritty texture.

"What is... a lost soul like you in here?" Wondered the entity, revealing itself as the entity known as Death, or The Grim Reaper. He was holding a sharp scythe with a long handle on his right hand. His cloak floating in the breezeless wind.