"Yo, bro, do you know where I am?" Xiao asked as he looked at the huge being in front of him, his looks reminding him of the grim reaper that takes the life of the dead. A minute of silence sustained after Xiao's question before which the being's head turned downwards, all Xiao could see was darkness inside the cloak, yet for some reason once again he felt no fear.
"A Gravewalker?" A surprised voice that was heard from every direction filled Xiao's mind, the voice was hard yet soft, a combination of contradiction.
"Yup, that's me alright, the name Xiao," Xiao replied, looking directly at the being, its height causing him to raise his head, not a hint of fear filling him, death had long lost its power upon him.
"So what's your name?" Xiao asked, trying to bring up a conversation in a land of darkness.
"My name?" The being spoke in confusion, it had forgotten the last time its name was spoken about, for it had no true name, for it is Death itself.