The first thing you need to know about Death, is that handsome bastard lies. At his best he tells half-truths. The rest, you have to figure out yourself. The second thing you need to know is that Death and I have a little bet. And I need to win. "It's just a little bet." He says, with a smirk that I itch to rip off. He lifts my chin, forcing me to stare into those immortal eyes that has judged humanity since the birth of time. His handsome face inches from mine, baring a wolfish grin, as he whispers into my ear: "Are you ready to lose yourself to me?"