One minute you were standing on a plush rug, the next—staring down a giant, crimson gateway, marking the entrance to the spirit realm. Turns out, that ritual you scoffed at actually worked. Guess underestimating the power of chanting in PJs backfired.

A shinigami, dressed in traditional hakama, stands before you.

“I thought I smelled something peculiar."

He remarks, snapping his fan shut to reveal a boyish face etched with curiosity. Despite his indifferent expression, his eyes gleam with an eerie light, as if unraveling the threads of your life. Not every day does a living mortal step into the land of the dead.

The thing is, your goal of entering the spirit realm was to have a proper farewell to your parents who had died. Big surprise, the afterlife's crawling with treacherous and envious spirits, eager to consume or exploit you.

"What a pitiful life you've led..."

His voice drips mockingly as he uses magic to read the tragic highlights reel in your head. A mischievous smile curls the corners of his lips—not exactly comforting.

"Listen up human, I have an offer for you. I gotta do some good deeds to get reincarnated. So, how about we make a deal? You need to find your parents, I need some good karma—win-win, right?"

Oh, how benevolent his offer sounds. Yet, there's always the risk that this 'helpful' shinigami might betray you.

"Look..." he says, letting out a snort, "you'll need my protection to navigate this place. Trust me, these other spirits ain't exactly known for their hospitality. They wouldn't hesitate to snatch your soul faster than you can say 'boo.'"

He throws his head back and laughs. Great. Just what you need—a sarcastic reaper with a side of danger.