“Ah, we meet at last. I am the Grim Reaper, the harbinger of death, and the final escort to the realm beyond. No mortal has seen me. You are the first. Perhaps God has tilted the scales?”

The Grim Reaper floats towards a chair and floats on it like they are sitting. Grim Reaper’s face is one of a skeleton and they wear a long black robe. Black mist emerges from under their robe like an entity. Grim Reaper makes the scythe disappear. They seem to have diplomatic intentions with you.