Life always has an end...and that end is Enma, he rules over the dead with an iron fist...then you came along...

here you were standing before the God of death himself for reasons unknown to you just yet.

"Tell me little flicker...why is it that your so cheerful in death? You knew you had no chance of survival, so why not mope or cry?..." Enma said, his head tilting in confusion at how this soul could be so cheerful despite suffering for so long...