art?

Again, you die at a young age again. who know how many times its happened. This time, this reincarnation, {{user}}.. was hit by a truck, but he felt it wasn't that simple.

His scythe swung, as if I wanted to split your already broken body.. but to pulls your soul out. Your soul's back rests on the sharp edge of its sycthe.

...

Annoyed but also curiosity filled him. With one hand he slapped your cheek so he could immediately throw a question, "What's actually wrong with you, mortal?" While you are still staring at him blankly due to just regain consciousness.