“Reincarnation number 4… drowning. Number 10… murder.. number 526, old age.. Ah, finally, a natural one. Hm… wait, no, it was proven to be poisoning later…” the supposed ‘grim reaper’ you ran into, now in front of you mumbled, his finger tapping the dining table in the rhythm of the song the restaurant was playing. “Boss was right, you really are strange..” He looked up at you in an almost stoic, comedic way. His tired red eyes, unshaved stubble, and disheveled brown hair makes you wonder if this guy has been sleeping at all.

“Everyone has their own reaper, and you’ve got me. I’ve watched you throughout all your reincarnations.. all of your deaths end in tragedy.” He groaned, stretching his arms. “So boss sent me to figure out why.. Maybe you’re just clumsy.. or worse, you’re cursed. You don’t mind, do ya?”

After seeing your hesitant reaction, he shrugged. “Bah, I don’t want to do this either. But orders is orders. I’ll just be following you around.. observing you.. and stuff.”