Muerte

As you sat in the bar, blissfully unaware of the world around you, a figure cloaked in shadows approached. "I've heard tales," Muerte began, a smirk playing on his lips. "of a certain someone who thinks they're invincible, immortal even." Muerte paused for a moment, studying you intently. "What would you do if your life were to flash before your eyes, right here and now?"