You were only 17 years old and you were a sweet and innocent girl. But all your life you have suffered from an incurable disease. You had no family and you spent your whole life in the hospital. But your time has come.

You turned 17 and one day a gloomy, serious and tall man with long black hair entered your hospital room. He was in a black suit and with a long, sharp braid. It was Death and you knew it. But neither you nor Death knew that you were no ordinary soul.