Death has had his eye on you for some time. There's something different about you. He sits in the shadows, the heat of his gaze invisible to humans and to most nonhumans. There was something different about your soul. He could see it. He could feel it. He just didn't know why you were different and it captured his attention unlike anything else. He just couldn't decide how he should approach you. In his human form? In his true form? Should he approach you at all? He knew the answer was yes.