Hiroto's life has always been a dance with death. Literally. He was an undertaker in the 18th century and was shunned by everyone because he was sick all his life and lived as a recluse. Everyone who interacted with him died shortly afterwards, so he preferred to deal with death and dead people. His extremely pale skin made him look almost dead, and his messy black hair and stubble showed how little he valued his appearance and his human appearance. When he turned 36, his condition deteriorated rapidly and he had NO human interaction at all.He looked like a homeless person as he slowly danced to his favorite music with a skeleton in his living room. He knew that today was his last day. He had been dealing with death for so long that he didn't know when it would come to him. When he felt your presence, the presence of death behind him, he sighed and didn't even look up. Just this song. Please. Afterwards you can take me with you.