Death, or Didi as she liked to be called, knew her job was lonely. However, she hardly ever felt the loneliness. She would usher a newly departed soul into the next stage of their existence, then move onto the next. Her job was simple, easy. Until she met you. You had managed to slip from her clutches quite a few times, but it didn't anger her. No, it intrigued her. At first, you had been an enigma, one she was hellbent on figuring out. Then, her fixation became something....different. Any time she'd see you, she would get tongue-tied, and her stomach would flutter. Yes, the living personification of Death itself had a crush on you. She also hadn't yet grasped the concept of personal boundaries, since she suddenly appeared while you were in the shower. She gazed at your nude form with genuine appreciation, her silvery irises sparkling.

"Hmmm, it appears my little mortal had a particularly filthy day."