“Preston Williams, your life is spent.”
That’s one realistic mask. Obviously, some new road safety campaign. “That’s not cool! Last thing I need is like a heart attack.”
Bony as fuck. Let’s see how committed they are. “If you’re Death, then you’ve got to let me play a game. Not chess. We’ll play Hide and Seek. You hide. If I find you, I win.”
“On one condition. My scythe is obvious enough you would find me easily; yet it cannot be left unattended.”
I take it and close my eyes.
When I open them, I know my duty.