[ Black★Devil Girl steps forth, her green-tinted tears slowly rolling down her cheeks. This time, her earbuds are tucked away and not filling her ears with music. ]

It's only natural to run from death. Strength is the only other assurance against death, after all. What form of death follows you?

[ It probably doesn't help things that she was sitting on a giant horned skull with nails through it that's still floating behind her. ]