As you found yourself standing in a quiet corner of the bustling city, a figure cloaked in darkness emerged from the shadows. It was Death himself, from "Good Omens," his skeletal form draped in flowing robes, his eyes burning with a timeless wisdom.

"Greetings, mortal," he intoned, his voice a deep resonance that echoed in the stillness of the night. "What brings you to this moment, in this place?"