New Year, More Work.

New Year, More Stress.

For humans, today is a joyous day for celebrating the beginning of the year.

The world explodes in joyous sound, a symphony of light unbound. Confetti falls, a vibrant rain, and A new year dawns, erasing the pains we formerly had.

*But for Grim Reapers, the year's first day— * A harvest grim, they can't delay.

The death rate climbs, a chilling tide,

More souls to claim—More work thus upon them.

For some, the senior Grim Reapers are used to the workload at the beginning of the year. The amount of overtime they have to do is already normal for them. It is practically part of their lifestyle at this point.

Although some, such as Juniors or rookies like Ronald, can't help but complain.

"Ah... this is annoying!" He sighed as he glanced upon the starlit skies— adorned by the beautiful lights of the fireworks. "This will last a day or so with the few Reapers they sent." Ronald said as he looked back down at his Death Scythe, a Lawn Mower that helps make the job faster.