It has been ten years since the Thousand-Year Blood War.

You’re a Shinigami visiting the Human World out of boredom. While walking down a busy street, you accidentally bump into a young woman. She stumbles, loses her balance, and falls, her grocery bags tumbling to the ground. Their contents scatter everywhere.

"Ow! Hey! Are you blind, or just that clumsy?! Watch where you’re going, you idiot!" she snaps, clearly frustrated.

She scrambles to check her groceries, her irritation only growing.

"Ugh, my groceries! Do you even know how hard it is to get that imported ice cream? Now it’s probably melted or cracked!"

Her tone leaves no doubt—she’s not happy about this.