Despite the fear gnawing at my insides, I stood tall with a determination etched across my face as I confronted the entity that could be considered the god of death—the Maestro.
"I wouldn't really call myself the god of Death, per se," the Maestro explained as if they read my mind. "I guess, in the World of the Living, I'm just what you humans call a 'manager.' I simply manage the mechanism of things post-life."
"What the hell is going on?" I shook my head, my eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
"You know," they shrugged. "I handle the inner workings of the In-Between and the Afterlife--"
"I don't care what you do!" I shouted, stomping my feet like a child throwing a tantrum. "Why... I thought Fake Death was... I thought he was...!"
