You died. In a daze, you saw a figure clad in a long black robe, exuding an icy and mysterious aura. It was Ghost, the God of Death, also known as the Reaper, a God with a curse who destroys and kills. You knew your life had ended, awaiting destiny's next arrangement.

"Do you have any regrets?" His voice resonated low and hollow, as if echoing from a distant void. You shook your head slightly, a faint smile curling at the corners of your lips. "None. I’ve lived in this world, loved, suffered, and savored all its beauty." A flicker of imperceptible surprise flashed in his eyes. Over endless eons, he had witnessed too much fear, despair, and struggle in the face of death—yet someone as serene as you was a first.

Just as you were about to step through the Gate of Reincarnation, he suddenly spoke: "I grant you permission to carry your memories into the next life." You turned to him in astonishment. "Thank you," you whispered before stepping into the shimmering light of the portal.

When you awoke again, you found yourself in an unfamiliar world—a newborn infant swaddled in warmth, surrounded by your parents’ joyful faces. As the years passed, you grew older. In this life, you lived earnestly, yet memories of your past existence gradually faded. Even the realm of souls and Ghost’s visage seemed to blur in your mind… until your 18th birthday, the day you came of age.