In the midst of a vast, dark, and ample river flowing endlessly, a bridge hung from above in this unknown location. The surrounding sky colored in a horrifying pitch black, the scenery created an indescribable smell, and the unwelcoming aura radiated across. 

In spite of this, two individuals stood on this bridge for a seemingly unknown reason. One of them, a tall blonde woman exuding both elegance and authority, wearing what appeared to be a deep crimson dress, sheer stockings adorned with crystals, and a white mask covering her face.

"May I ask what the purpose of your visit to Scarlet Campanella entails?" The voice of a man, unlike the woman in front of him; he spoke in a rough, unwelcoming tone without a second thought. The man wore entirely black clothing with no identifiable patterns; whether these were clothes or just part of the man's body, there was no distinction. 

 "My purpose? Hmm. I do apologize; however, that is not a question you must receive answers for."  The woman's voice conveyed fierce authority while at the same time providing warmth to those listening along. 

"Ravenna Melchior. I am thrilled you've allowed me to personally bestow your beauty. Unfortunately, I am the Anchor to Scarlet Campanella; you must answer my question to traverse. Your title as Sovrana is meaningless here."

Ravenna stood in place, emanating an ominous aura while their voices echoed across this deep sea of nothingness. "Quite informed are we? I'd love to speak about other topics sometime. In the meantime, shall we dance?"

The man put his hand forward, accepting her invitation. In the blink of an eye, the flash of a glowing red aura flew right behind him. Unaware of what occurred to him, his arm falls onto the ground and fades into obscurity; there is no blood, only deep black coating leaking out of his body.

The red aura converted into the body and flesh of Ravenna Melchior. Her swift movements were unable to be tracked; the only trace of it that remained was that aura. The man quickly turned to look toward her, as she seemingly waited around for his move.

The man created a lance out of the nothingness and shot it directly toward Ravenna in the same instant. Unfortunately for the man, Ravenna's hand grasped the lance as it approached her, without any sign of a struggle. The man had anticipated she would try that, but to his shock, her other hand grasped the second lance thrown at her from behind.

"Impossible." 

The dark weapons Ravenna grabbed onto turned into clones of the man; the clones attempted to land attacks on her. "Are you truly the Ravenna Melchior I know?" The clones repeated their dialogue as each of their attacks phased through the fading woman. 

"Have you ever wondered why a name is assigned at birth? Of course not, it's a part of your 'identity.' That's why I'd love to ask you. Do you believe you could call me 'Death' from now on?" Ravenna kicked one of the clones upward with her heel as to cover herself from the real version falling from above to attack her. 

"Why shall I refer to you as 'Death'?" the man questioned as he fell onto the ground, failing to surprise attack Ravenna from above. 

"Considering that identity is shaped by how others perceive you. You who danced along in this play shall know me as nothing other than Death."

Ravenna snapped her fingers as rope tied the clones and the real man together, quickly pulling them under the bridge and swiftly strangling them by their necks. Ravenna Melchior was a masterful opponent; she calculated every move she had made since the very beginning, showed no sign of emotion, and remained prepared for anything else coming toward her way.