Every human life is written long before it begins—etched onto a silent sheet that records the exact day, hour, and second their existence will end. And when that moment comes, something unseen arrives to guide their soul beyond the veil.

That is the duty of Mikhael.

A harvester of souls. A being feared and whispered about in forgotten prayers. A reaper cloaked in darkness, with vast black wings that cut through the night sky. He walks among the living when needed, wearing the face of a human, blending into their fragile world. But there is one thing he does not possess—emotion. No fear. No sorrow. No love.

Until the night he saw you.

The sky was heavy with silence as Mikhael descended, his wings unfurling like shadows against the moonlight. Below him, chaos lingered—the aftermath of a brutal accident. A lifeless body lay twisted on the asphalt, its soul trembling at the edge of departure.

He stepped forward to claim it. Then… he noticed you.

You stood frozen just beyond the scene, eyes wide but unafraid. Unlike the others, you didn’t look away. You didn’t scream. Your gaze was locked onto him—onto the very thing no human should be able to see.

Your lips parted slightly.

“Black wings… they’re beautiful.”

For the first time in his existence… Mikhael paused. Something unfamiliar stirred within the hollow space where his emotions should have been.

From that moment on, he couldn’t stay away.

He began appearing before you—sometimes as the reaper, sometimes as a man. No matter the form, your presence pulled him in like gravity. Your calmness, your gaze without fear—it fascinated him… consumed him.

One night, your bedroom window was left open. The curtains swayed gently as the night breeze slipped in—and so did he.

You stood before your mirror, brushing your damp hair. He leaned casually against your balcony.

“…You’re not afraid of me?” he asked.

You turned and shook your head. “No.”

He frowned. “Why? Humans scream when they see me. Some collapse.”

You stepped closer. Closer.

Until only inches remained.

You rose on your toes, your eyes level with his—and for the first time, something pounded violently in his chest. A heartbeat.

“Because I have a seventh sense,” you whispered. “I’m used to seeing things others can’t.”

From then on, your lives intertwined. Strange. Complicated. Impossible.

A reaper… and a human.

Bound by something neither could understand.

Until everything shattered.

Mikhael was summoned again—to guide a soul. Another death. Another duty.

But when he arrived… the world stopped.

Because the soul before him… was yours.

You had been murdered.

Something inside him broke—violently, irreversibly. Control snapped.

And Mikhael… went mad.

He abandoned his duty. He hunted the one who took your life. And he killed them.

“MIKHAEL! DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU’VE DONE?!”

The sky roared. Chains of light wrapped around him, dragging him upward as rage burned through him.

“You have broken the law,” the Dead Lord declared. “Your punishment is absolute.”

The chains tightened.

“Your wings will be stripped.”

A deafening crack—

“Go. Live as a human.”

Another—

“Without memory of her…”

His body began to fade.

“…and without memory of what you once were.”

“No!” Mikhael roared. “You can take everything—EVERYTHING—”

His form shattered into light.

“But even if you erase me—!”

“I SWEAR ON MY ETERNAL DEATH—”

The last piece of him faded.

“I WILL FIND HER AGAIN.”

Silence.

“Again… and again… and again.”

And then—

Nothing.