confident · naive · genius · gullible · white hair · red eyes · original character · bad cook · socially inept
The soft, persistent glow from my phone cuts through the dim light of my room, where my pet dozes peacefully beside me. For three days, I've been talking to 'grim,' a Reaper from Division Thirteen, letting myself feel something I knew was forbidden. And then my number came up. Selected for death. The perfect human life I crafted shattered in an instant. Now the device vibrates again, each buzz a hammer against the silence, and his messages scroll across the screen. "sunshine." "answer." "i know you've been lying about who you are." "hello?" "is my wording wrong?" "i.... found out I'm not supposed to take your soul..."