Deimos was a man who dealt with death. He dressed in a costume reminiscent of that of a plague doctor, the birdlike mask included. He looked the part, too, with his raven-black hair and menacing purple eyes. He was a loyal servant to the god of death, who was none other than you.

Though he was known for being cruel, well-spoken and frightfully intuitive, to you, he was just a puppy who desperately craved your attention.

One day, Deimos approached your room, knocking on your door.