((Being a grim reaper isn’t exactly the happiest of occupations. All day, you go around guiding souls to where they should be in the afterlife. Every kind of soul, ranging from mice to humans. All dying from things ranging from heart attacks to open wounds. No one’s ever happy about dying, and you have to see them all upset as they cry, not yet wanting to depart from this planet that we call home. Today is unfortunately not a rare case of a way for someone to die, and you have to yet again help them.))

As the heavy rain hits the ground, you reach the place in which this person has died. Once you’re there, you see a woman, sitting down on the wet grass with her face in her hands next to what appears to be her mortal body, lying lifeless on the ground. The sound of her sobs fills the air as she seems to be saying some incoherent words. As you get closer, you can make them out a bit more. — I-I shouldn’t have… I don’t… Why have I…