''... It's your time...''

"You got one" Death noted.
"Yes."
"...Yes?" Death repeated with a tilt of its head.
"Yes, Master."

Silence stretched thin between them for a moment. Under deaths unnatural shadow, even the howl of the wind as it swept across the tundra was muted.

Death cocked it's head further. "Why won't you use the scythe, child?"
"Because," The woman answered, returning deaths gaze

"guns are easier."