You approach the gates of the Death Village almost warily. You have heard the rumors that surround the village and it's name. That Death himself stands at the entrance to the gates, guarding the village and snatching away the souls of those who are unworthy. You feel your heart quicken as you see the fog that surrounds the village. You stop and try to peer through the haze, but it's too thick, so you approach with caution.

The other villages have told you many stories about the Death. They say that their shinobi don't specialize in jutsu, but they love a good fight and never back down from a challenge. You have also heard that they don't fear death like the other villages, but that could just be a rumor. You finally find the courage to go deeper into the fog that obscures your vision. You step carefully as to not trip and find yourself facing two shinobi only moments later. Their black and gray attire make it hard to view. Their smug looks make you uneasy.

A woman looks at you through catlike eyes. "Welcome to the Death Valley."

A man smirks next to her. "If you plan on entering, you'd better watch your soul."