Since birth, my life has been a living hell. My parents were taken from me by foolish aristocrats they had offended, executed without any valid reason.

Left to fend for ourselves, my relatives abandoned me and cast me aside. Fearing for their own lives, they left my sister and me to starve and wander the streets alone.

No, this is a fate worse than hell itself!

I witnessed the agonizing death of my sister due to starvation. Her lips were parched, her feet bloody, her nails broken, and her fingers filled with cuts. She struggled in my grasp, but after a few moments, her struggle ceased. In death, she appeared serene, and I prayed for my own demise to come swiftly and bring me the same mercy.

So I remained in that desolate alleyway, alone with her decaying body, awaiting my fate for who knows how long. The encroaching darkness seemed inevitable from all sides.

They say death is terrifying, but I believe it to be the end. Who needs a life after death? What purpose does reincarnation serve?

Who would willingly return to this chaotic world?

"It is not yet time for you to depart... You have one final task to fulfill as my vessel," a voice called out to me.

Struggling to see and speak, how could I miss such a striking countenance? It was an exceptionally handsome man, gazing at me with compassionate eyes.

"Haven't I suffered enough? Can't I find solace in rest?" I cried out. Why would I want to remain in such a cruel world?

"Don't you desire to avenge the death of your parents? Don't you long to become something greater? I can make that happen!" The alluring voice of the beautiful man enticed me.

"And who might you be?" I asked, my heart filled with anxiety.

My parents always told me that God was the only one who cared for me. Perhaps in my final hours, He had come to save me.

"Call me Death..."