Der Tod pulled the key out of his pocket, running his thumb over the engraved number. "Ah, F 211 it appears." He gave Armand a slight smile. "I would say I am unique rather than merely rare," He spread his arms, his smile taking on a slightly predatory edge. "I doubt you'll find anyone else who can claim to be Death."
He repocketed the key and gestured for Armand to proceed him out of the building. "Please, lead on."