Sky Mountain Garden No. 10.
'Nothing' stood at the living room door, dressed in a pitch-black maid outfit, expressionless, like a human wax figure.
"Hello, miss." Mr. Death tried to greet tentatively.
'Nothing' remained expressionless without any reaction.
Really aloof? Mr. Death habitually adjusted his glasses.
Mr. Death made further attempts without crossing the line, such as leaving the living room, trying to find topics of interest to 'Nothing', and generously giving compliments.
'Nothing' watched coldly, still without any reaction.
"This is not a true life form, but more akin to a puppet device like a 'Magic Puppet', but of a very high status. Just a hint of the aura it emits makes one's scalp tingle."
'Mr. Death' didn't want to entrust life and death to others, striving to find a chance to escape.
