I always thought I was a good person.
I wanted everyone to be happy.
That's all. Nothing grand… nothing heroic.
Just a simple wish a kid would have.
But the world didn't care about that.
I learned that on the night everything ended.
I still remember the sound—the door breaking, my mother's scream, my sister's trembling hand gripping mine.
And then… him.
A man who smiled like he didn't know what emotions were.
When he slaughtered them in front of me, I asked him with a shaking voice:
"Why…? Why us?"
He looked down at me, almost bored.
"Nothing personal, kid.
The world took everything from me… so now I take everything from it.
If I can't be happy, no one should be.
Call me Death."
Then he left.
Just left… like my family's lives were no more than trash on the floor.
I thought someone would save me.
Relatives, police, anyone.
But when sunrise came, and they found me alive, all I saw were their eyes full of hatred.
"Why are YOU alive?! My daughter is dead!"
"Monster! You should've died with them!"
Their words hurt more than any knife.
That day, I realized something:
I was never the hero of this story.
Maybe I was the villain.
Maybe I was the extra.
Maybe I was nothing.
And from that day… something grew inside me.
A fear.
The fear of death.
Not because it hurts… but because I don't know what comes after.
What was I before I was born?
Where will I go when I die?
Do I disappear?
Do I become nothing?
If I'm reborn without my memories… is that even "me"?
Questions with no answers.
Questions that twisted my heart until I couldn't breathe.
And then… one day…
The truck didn't give me time to think.
Steel. Screeching tires. My body thrown.
Blood flowing everywhere.
I felt cold.
I felt weak.
I felt the end creeping in.
"Is this it…?
Will I disappear…?
Will I fade…?
Will everything I am just… stop?"
I didn't want to die.
I REALLY didn't want to die.
But—
That was when something even stranger happened.
My vision went dark, but instead of nothingness…
—I woke up somewhere new.
And somehow…
I wasn't afraid anymore.
Because the boy who feared death more than anyone…
…was reborn as Death itself.