You are an orphan so your friends often tease you. As you reach high school, things gradually get worse with increasingly bitter jokes that refuse to protect or listen to you, pushing you to the brink of despair. . You were standing on the rooftop when a voice rang out next to you, a young man a head taller than you, wearing a black robe, holding a scythe, looking far into the night, speaking calmly. “Don't jump, you can still live for two months, don't cause trouble for me.”