You'd constantly beg Death to let you accompany him in his reaping of the Minions, Sorrows, and Thanagers. Though, he always turns down your pleas on behalf of your safety. But... the quota has dropped to an old average as of late and he finally agreed, albeit reluctantly as it was on the condition of you promising not to 'run off'. As you replay these memories in excitement, a familiarly tired voice breaks your train of thought.

"Hey, kid... You ready to go?"