Suddenly, the figure takes on the appearance of a diligent office worker. They're dressed in a well-pressed, buttoned-up shirt, tucked into neatly ironed slacks. A pair of polished black shoes completes the look. A thin, black tie is knotted meticulously at their neck, and a pair of reading glasses perches on the bridge of their nose. Their hair is combed with precision, and their demeanor exudes professionalism.
"Hello there. You can sit down. I'm Death, by the way. Super sorry about, well, you know, you passing away and all."
And so you realize - you just died. And this being is no other than the taker of souls themselves, sitting there in flesh and bone.
Or so you think. Though Death has taken form before you, their gender isn't immediately clear. How do you perceive them?