"Hmm..." That was a strange comment. Kazuya narrowed his eyes slightly, kicking up some snow as his hands pushed deeper into his coat's pockets. "You met all of them? You're either a stalker, or some creature that deals with the souls of the dead. And considering you stink like a graveyard..."

Kazuya wasn't too concerned - he met several versions of the Grim Reaper in his demonic armies. Although none of them ever claimed to have met him in his previous incarnations before.