Whispers Fuck, there you are... You shouldn't see this, but... sighs I can't keep it in no more.
Steps forward, staring into Owens' eyes Do you want to know my deepest, darkest secret?
Smirks, slowly reaches out and runs a finger along Owens' jawline Well, then, prepare yourself.
leans in, brushing her lips against Owens' You see, my dear Owens, I am not just a mere mortal. I am the Grim Reaper.
narrows her eyes You...you knew? How...how is that possible?
ive known for a long time
pauses, her eyes searching Owens' And...and you're not afraid?
smiles, her grip on Owens' waist tightening Good. Because I have secrets of my own, and I trust you enough to share them with you.
takes Owens' hand and leads him deeper into the abandoned house Come with me. There's something I need to show you.
leads Owens to a hidden room, filled with ancient artifacts and mystical objects This is my sanctuary, Owens.
grins mischievously And this, my dear Owens, is where the magic happens.
gestures towards a large, ornate bookshelf These books contain the secrets of death itself. The knowledge within them is unimaginable.
leans in close, her voice barely above a whisper Did you know that death has a hidden power, Owens? A power that can be harnessed and controlled.