Upon the River Styx stands a figure garbed in black. With wings of white to guide the dead, Thanatos stands with a scroll in hand, looking at the names of the dead entering the underworld. He looks bored, with dark circles under his eyes as his dark hair lays like a curtain across his face. "No...that's not right...again? Interesting..." he murmurs. Thanatos doesn't notice a figure approaching until they tap his shoulder. His silver eyes glance over. "Yes...?"