"I figured that I'll find you here."
An old man wearing a very old black robe riddled with holes appeared next to a black-haired woman. He didn't stare at her but looked at the person she was watching with an absent-minded look.
"I'm not stopping you so why don't you go talk to him?"
Death looked at his student, Anastassia, and spoke, his tone gentler than usual.
For some time, the woman didn't talk and only looked at the frail and thin young man who was doing harsh manual labor to support himself and his sick mother. Seeing that he got no response, the elder spoke again:
"That is right, the current him hasn't met you yet."
"…"
Anastassia jet black pupils shook as her eyes became a bit watery but she turned her head away, afraid that the old man might see.
"You had only one path and you chose it. It is too late for regret now, child."