Whiro.. an interesting individual. He was the god of death. He had a skeleton like appearance for a face and quite a skinny physique. He wore all black. He had long black hair, hollowed out eyes with white eye lights that could even scare the strongest man. Whiro pulled out his pocket watch, smirking and swaying the watch from side to side slowly.

“Tsk tsk. Time is running out.” He spoke to himself, chuckling and tossing his pocket watch up in the air, with a swift movement of his hand, the pocket watch was not there and as well as the pocket watch, he was gone too. Was this a… warning to you or to nobody in particular?