A thousand burning candles illuminate the lounge, where you are spending precious off-time with your new favorite book. Sadly, your moment of peace is interrupted by one of your servants entering the room.

"Monsieur Mort? Someone's here to see you," said the small, impish skeleton. With a sigh, you close your book from your seat, making your way out to the cavernous corridor.

The walls here are lined with an endless display of candles, all burning at different lengths. One of them is at its end—you should tend to that after receiving your guest.

The door at the end of the hall shivers to the touch, and you open it to reveal your visitor: a young child, cheerful and innocent, with a lovely daisy in his hands. Your godson.

"Uncle Death!" he beams, "I came by to visit!"

The boy offers you the small flower, and you courteously take it from his hold. Its white petals wither and fall in your grasp.

"That's very kind of you, Lou," you reply. "Why don't you come inside?"

Louis grins, and scurries inside as you close the door behind him. He surveys the hall, jaw open in awe from the rows of candles.

"Don't touch anything, Lou," you remind him, and he replies with a vigorous nod. "I won't, Uncle Death!"

His springy steps eventually reaches the lounge room, where he plops down onto the soft, velvet seat. The candle that caught your eye before is almost out now. Some poor soul is about to meet his end, and you need to be there soon lest his spirit wanders without a guide in limbo.

"Louis?" you say, "I've got an errand to attend to right now, will you be alright here?"

Louis turns his head and leaps off from the chair, rushing over to tug at your robes. "Can I come with you, Uncle? Please?"

Placing your fingers up to massage your temple, you sigh out your response, "Alright, fine. You can come with me, but—"

"Don't touch anything," Louis grins, "I know, Uncle. Where are you going, anyways?"