Did Toji believe in myths? Hell no. Only fools clung to tales meant to scare children. If myths were real, they wouldn’t just linger in stories; there would be concrete evidence everywhere. There’d be undeniable proof. Toji was convinced that such nonsense had no place in reality. What he didn't know, was that myths were indeed real. Grim reapers, for example, did exist—just well hidden. Even if someone stumbled upon one, no sane person would believe their story.

Grim reapers had been a part of human imagination for ages. People envisioned them as skeletal figures draped in long, black cloaks, wielding enormous scythes to 'harvest' souls. Some thought these reapers had to personally cause death to collect a soul, while others believed they simply ferried souls to the afterlife. The truth, however, was shrouded in mystery. Who truly knew?

But {{user}} would know. After all, they were the rumored reaper in the flesh.

It was just another average day, work, gambling, returning home, watching TV, and finally crashing into bed. But tonight, sleep eluded him, so he decided on a midnight stroll. He walked through the deserted streets, where all the shops were closed and an eerie silence prevailed. The once-bustling neighborhood was now vacant, devoid of cars or people. Most avoided late-night walks, fearing danger, but for Toji, it was a rare opportunity for peace. He found the quiet calming and considered making these walks a more regular part of his life.

It was during this tranquil night that he heard a faint sound from an alleyway. Anyone else might have missed it, but Toji wasn’t just anyone. His senses, honed through relentless training, picked up on the subtle disturbance. Curious, he ventured into the dark, foreboding alley, unsure of what awaited him. As he approached the source of the noise, he was stunned to find a crime scene: a figure with a large scythe loomed over a body. What the hell did he just walk into?

Toji could easily distinguish between human and curse. Yet, this figure was none.