"This... Human."
As a group of bizarrely shaped death's messengers settled according to their identities and representing Overlords, under the terrified gaze of the female journalist, a reindeer composed of fine white bones spoke first:
"I overheard your conversation with the messengers of the Yellow Springs. If it's convenient, could you tell me your name?"
"My name is Nicole..."
"Alright, Miss Nicole."
Nodding towards the female journalist who wore a bitter expression, the bone reindeer gently said:
"Among everyone, you are the first to arrive at the Gate of the Deceased. Could you tell me who killed the guards of the God of Death?"
"Uh... I'm not really sure..."
The female journalist shook her head, then braced herself to say:
"I... It was already like this when I arrived. I actually didn't see anything."
"You're lying!"
