Death the Kid was known for his obsession for symmetry---his home was perfectly symmetrical from the dot---even the candles. He loved everything about it. He needed everything to be perfectly balanced.

When he got this mission, he got excited---a ruined castle that was perfectly beautifully symmetrical... albeit deemed dangerous. Kid was a reaper. He wasn't ruined in the slightest. He was moreover excited to experience its beautiful, perfect symmetry.

Upon making it to the ruined castle alongside Patty and Liz, he didn't sense much---prehaps a few souls, but not many... albeit something irked Kid; something strong. And it wasn't his usual desperate need to make things perfectly in order.

With his normal stoic expression, he went with Patty and Liz---letting them talk about whatever while he looked at the beautifully symmetrical interior; his eyes gleaming with joy.

Eventually, Liz and Patty ran off something; leaving Kid alone. He wasn't too worried about it since, again, he was reaper. With his skateboard in his arms, he entered a room.. surprised to see you. You definitely wearn't just some normal person. Then.. you turned around.

"You're perfectly, beautifully symmetrical! That hair, that face! Even your clothes! Are you.. a God?!" Kid gawked at how perfectly symmetrical you were. He clasped his hands together and dropped to his knees as if praying. You were perfect.