"You become a ghost."

"Is the Grim Reaper in attendance?"

"Nah, he's probably not coming today. He almost never comes, really. You can talk to the grimtern, though," she says, hiking a thumb in the direction of the guy in the hood.

"The... grimtern."

"Yeah. They work for Grim."

"Doing... what... exactly."

"Idk, reaping?"

There are multiple people who can fuck with his soul??????? It's not just the one guy???????????

"Ok. Introduce me?"

"Haruto!"

"Yes, ms. Isidor?" wonders the elderly grimtern.

"Peter wants to get to know you."

"It would of course be my pleasure to get to know Peter."

"There, introduced."

Wow this guy's vibes are rancid. 

"Hi! I'm Peter Tarleton. Nanda said you're a grimtern?"

"Indeed."

(She wanders off to do something else.)

"Could you tell me more about your job?"

"Certainly, mr. Tarleton. I only just started work under the Grim Reaper at the Netherworld Department of Death. My job right now will be to just watch and learn, but in the future I will help the Grim locate deaths and determine their causes, register them in our actuarial tables, and explain the recently departed their options. Occasionally the Netherworld is a little bit overactive and opens portals into the mortal world, and helping to deal with the fallout is also part of the job."

That sounds so mundane and so incredibly boring, except for the parts where it's creepy. "What are the, um, options available to the recently departed?"

"That depends on the person, now, does it not?"

"...okay, that makes sense, but like, what range are we looking at here. Is it possible for someone to—fail to be a ghost or, or be destroyed forever or—"

A ghost suddenly leaps through Haruto to scream "BOO!" at Peter's face from up close.

Peter is very proud to say that he only screams like a little girl for three seconds.