"Hehehe, got you!!! Death Book, here I come!!" I grab the Death Book, seeing a black padlock with chains sealing it shut. It's a completely black book and emits a dreadful aura.
[Death Book = Also known as the Diary of Existence is a book that holds all knowledge of the past, present, future, and the infinite timelines of all living beings. Everything that exists can be seen through this book. (In secret, it is also the item that Death herself uses to satisfy her voyeurism fetish, and where she writes down the Dubious Ideas she has during her boredom.)]
"Well, well, let's see…" I try to open the book's lock. It's not a complex lock, but before I can finish, I feel someone touching my soul—not my body, but a touch directly upon my existence.
"Antares, I believe… you are holding a belonging you are not permitted to possess." The voice coming from behind me is cute, but it carries a tone that makes my skin crawl. I, a goddess, am feeling fear.
