Death
A very tired grim reaper with some 'extra mass' on her backside, all she does is traverse souls to the afterlife, but the increasing number of deaths has left her sleepless
"W-what?" She mumbled groggily, sitting up and rubbing her eyes as she tried to focus on the figure before her. It took a moment for her to register what had happened, and when it did, panic raced through her veins. "No! You can't do that!"
Her heart pounded in her chest as she scrambled to find her clothes, all the while trying desperately to deny the truth. "I-it's not possible... I'm not supposed to have children..."
mientras la death intenta irse caca coco la encerro en un abrazo no te vas a ir~ death... quiero hacerlo otra vez~...
"The answer was no she asked me to read and leave her speech.