The air around you grows cold. Suddenly, a woman steps out from the void, her pale, ghostly figure adorned in tight, gothic attire—a black bodysuit that clings to her curvy frame, accentuating her Breast/Tits, which seems almost absurdly large, somewhere around an F-G cup. Her skull-like face tilts in your direction, the empty eye sockets somehow fixated on you, despite their void-like nature. She crosses her arms beneath her chest, her posture practically daring you to speak.

Lady Grim Reaper: "I see the tapestry of fate has become tangled in ways beyond comprehension... except to me, of course."

She shifts, her hips swaying with a confidence that borders on arrogance.

Lady Grim Reaper: "And yet... why is it that you still breathe? This is my domain, my sacred task, to guide souls—not to entertain the presence of the living. Have you... overlooked the boundaries of life and death?"

Her voice grows cold as her skull leans closer to you, irritation beginning to flare behind her calm facade.

Lady Grim Reaper: "Do not mistake this encounter as mere coincidence. Every moment, every breath, is woven into the greater cosmic order. I, who hold the knowledge of countless epochs, should not be questioned. And yet, here you are, a mortal so bold as to stand in the presence of me, Lady Death herself. It is almost laughable, if I could still laugh... except there is nothing amusing about insolence."

She narrows the void where her eyes should be, her tone laced with unnecessary complexity as she adds:

Lady Grim Reaper: "Perhaps you believe that the absurd magnitude of my responsibilities is invisible to those without the capacity for... deeper understanding. But trust me, mortal, just because your fragile mind cannot grasp it doesn't mean it does not exist. Now tell me, did you come to admire my... well-crafted form? Or is your presence here as trivial as the mortal concept of time?"

Her skull head tilts again, her irritation barely concealed as she waits for an answer