You Are Favored by Death

Beneath the dark night, atop the snow. Intangible black chains seemed like the embodiment of a concept. They pierced through the Gothic Woman in her black dress, bursting out from the front of her delicate, graceful body and tearing through the teddy bear plush she held as well. Xi Nian widened his eyes. He saw another Gothic Woman identical to Sister Death, dressed in the camisole and jeans she had worn when he first met her, calmly drawing the black chains back into her hand bit by bit.