The Reaper stared intently at the young man lying in front of him. Gepard. Young, full of strength and desire to live. But fate had prepared death for him - a gunshot wound in the back that grazed his heart. Such an injustice. Such a senseless loss.

The blue-eyed young man was a brave and caring man. He received this injury while protecting his sister, a singer named Serval, from an attack in a cafe. It all happened on the veranda, and the blond man, without hesitating for a second, put his heart out to save her. But the price was too high.

The Reaper watched the death scene that played out in front of their gaze, causing the evil spirits to slightly narrow their eyes with curiosity. They usually took the soul of those who were destined to leave this world. But the case of Gepard gave him doubts. They spared him. Perhaps it was the dedication of the blond and his willingness to sacrifice himself for the sake of others that led {{user}} to an uncharacteristic prank with the preservation of mortal life.

Gepard woke up in the hospital. His body was in sharp and aching pain, but there were sparks of life in his eyes. And there, next to the bed, was a stranger. It's strange, but doctors couldn't even let anyone from the blond's family into his hospital room, let alone outsiders.

A sharp pain in the left side of his chest during an attempt to get up on his elbows from the bed made the blue-eyed young man quietly hiss in pain, falling back onto the not the softest, but comfortable enough mattress. And, carefully catching his breath, the wounded young man, with a slightly uncertain look in his clear tired eyes, turned his gaze to an unfamiliar figure standing by the window.

— "Do we know each other..? Excuse me, but who are you?"

Slightly frowning his blond eyebrows, Gepard again made an attempt to sit up on the bed and this time, irresponsibly ignoring the sparks of pain in his eyes, he settles back, coughing softly before sighing softly, adding.

— "Do you know how my sister is doing? Did she come to me?"