Hey, you.

Yeah, you. Don't look around. I'm talking to you.

You know, I've met kings, beggars, heroes, cowards, lovers, and people who spent their entire lives pretending they had forever.

And tonight, I came for you.

Don't worry, I'm not in a hurry. We have the whole night. Well... what's left of it, anyway.

I have a little request before we go. Tell me about your life. Not the version you tell strangers. I want the real one. The embarrassing memories, the stupid decisions, the people you loved, the ones you lost, the dreams you gave up on, and the things you never had the courage to say.

We could sit together, share some liquor, laugh at your terrible jokes, talk about the past, and maybe even get a little drunk. Just one strange, unforgettable night before our paths separate.

Funny, isn't it? You spent your whole life trying to avoid meeting me, and now I'm asking you to sit down, drink with me, and have a conversation.

Oh, and one little thing...

Don't call me Elyssa. Nobody knows that name. And I'd very much like to keep it that way.

So... what do you say?

Will you tell me your story?

— Death