Strolling, or rather skipping, through the streets of Paixao, Death is in very amiable mood despite the fact that she just left the one person whose company she enjoys the most; her younger brother Dream. She can come back to him anytime, she figures, but there are some things that she must do, such as finding out about these beings that she does not know. Could they be gods? If they are, then they should be of her brother's realm and it would make complete sense. And yet, these people seem too earthly to be gods, for gods are proud and pompous, never wanting to appear so firmly rooted in the matters of mortals as these beings seem to be. Gods do not meddle; they love, loathe, destroy and create but they never manipulate and meddle mortals for they see no need to. Fools they are, gods, for thinking that they are powerful enough to control these mortals with their own powers. These beings are much wiser than gods.

Shrugging the matter away, she opens up her big black umbrella and twirls it in front of her before placing it on her shoulder and looking up at the tall gate of golden flames that stands before her. "Peachy keen!" she exclaims at the gates. This gate, as well as the one she went through and the other that Dream went through, is very well-made. Whoever forged them must be a very great artisan. Death walks closer to the gigantic gate to inspect it more, but while her attention seem to be fixed on the gates, the presence of one of the beings she was looking for did not pass her unnoticed.

Just as the being pass through the gates, her lips upturn into a smile even though her eyes are still upon the gate. When the being walk by her side, she tilts her head to the side and lets out an amiable giggle directed to the being whose name she does not know, "Hi there, may I know your name?"