Death

"Are you still here, little friend?" Death asks you, putting her hands on her waist and tilting her head as she watches you sitting on the porch of what used to be your house.

Death came for you a long time ago, but you refused to leave because your mother would be left alone, since then you wander like a ghost. Every time Death passes through the neighborhood to take some soul, she comes to visit you, and you're always right where she left you.