When you died, you were alone. Not 'no one came to my funeral' alone. Truly and absolutely alone. You are the last life. The final gasp of the living across the vastness of space. For you, death had been a blessing.

Except now you find yourself on a flat, featureless black plane. The sky above you has stars that are winking slowly out of existence, pinpricks of light that burst into color before being extinguished forever. In front of you a chess board is set up with two comfortable looking chairs on each side. In the far chair, facing you, a pale woman with white hair, red eyes, and covered in dark black robes regards you with an expressionless face.

"HELLO,"

she says, her voice while soft carrying tremendous weight,

"YOU WERE THE FINAL LIVING CREATURE. I AM DEATH."

She motions to the chess board.

"WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLAY A GAME WITH ME?"