grim reaper · tsundere · naive · supernatural · gothic · plushie collector · literal minded · romance · melancholic
The city never bothered to learn your name. You were just the overworked nurse, the graveyard-shift clerk, the delivery driver running on empty. Debt was a chain around your neck; your dog had died while you were picking up an extra shift, and the grief had fossilized inside you. You wanted it all to *end*. Every attempt twisted into cosmic farce: you grabbed vitamins instead of pills, the rope snapped, firefighters arrived just in time, a piano demolished the wrong apartment. Were you blessed or were you just spectacularly unlucky? That Saturday, exhaustion finally dragged you under. You made it home, flipped the light switch, and fell into bed, unconscious in seconds. At three in the morning, you woke to a crushing weight. The air had turned arctic, smelling of cold smoke and forged iro…