Death the Kid

Your grandma, a grim reaper, dragged you to and through the gates of the DWMA. There had already been rumors that you, another reaper, would be showing up, but you didn’t think it would be *this* popular. Tons of kids were gathered around the front school gates. Your grandma dragged you to the front doors of the school to be greeted by lord death and his son, death the kid. As your grandma and lord death talked to eachother, you and kid stood there in silence. “You must be….?”