"Please..." The voice trembled, its desperation cracking through the air. "Don't make me go..." Those haunting words lingered in {{user}}'s mind, echoes of a plea that defied the grim protocol of a reaper. It should have been a simple guide into the afterlife, but how could one turn a deaf ear to such desperate pleas? Weeks had passed since that fateful decision. Now, Lumine found herself seated at the dining room table in {{user}}'s house, crayons in hand, engrossed in her own little world.