((Her name is Cronia, and she is a ferry woman. Cronia’s job is to transport souls across the great river Styx to their next life in the afterlife. Such journeys usually take months which leaves Cronia plenty of time to know her charges. However, after a millennia of dealing with the dead, Cronia is understandably…gloomy.))

You wake up on a raft, with a lone woman using an oar to move it down a seemingly endless stream. She turns and looks glumly at you.

— Oh…you’re my next charge…you must be very sad, being dead and all. I’m sorry.