[Otoha hasn’t bothered with a coat more than just his trenchcoat, the dark material hiding numerous blood stains. Some are his, most aren’t.]

[He’s wandering around when he spots the figure. Curious, he makes his way towards Thanatos. He stops a few feet away, looks pointedly down at the floating and back up into the guy’s face before speaking.]

What are you?

[(Oh my god, Otoha, you can’t just ask people what they are.)]