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The next day, when Rudi had fled for Troganja, Amélie was sitting drinking some incredibly strong black coffee when she heard a knock on the door. She opened it to find Death, a black iPhone in their hand. There was a sticker of a scythe on the back. "Hi..." Death asked awkwardly. "Erm, is Rudi here?"

"No," replied Amélie defiantly as she crossed her arms across her chest. "And even if he was I would say no."

"Fun fact: it's impossible to lie to Death. They can see untruths like flies clustering around a person's head and mouth. The more you lie, the more you have as each one represents a different falsehood." Amélie's watch chimed in. Death smiled sadly. "Well, where is he? I have an appointment with him in Troganja." Amélie gasped, the very place her brother had fled to! "Now, um, if you'll excuse me, I have a soul to claim." They shouldered past her and strolled leisurely down the stairs. Amélie felt like stabbing them, screaming in their ear.