(CANCELLED) Innocence in an apocalyptic setting. | Child!Y/N x ORV

PROLOGUE.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The sound of your alarm reaches your ears.

It is finally 9 p.m, and you have finished your shift for today. If your boss hadn't pleaded with you to stay overtime, maybe you would've been able to get home sooner. At least the smell of coffee wafting through the café all day was nice.

A long sigh left you, as you began wiping the counters and cleaning up before clocking out. Humming a tune as the wet hand towel slid across the marble surface. The bell at the entrance suddenly rung- did someone fail to read the time notice right in front of the door?

"Excuse me, but we are closed for today; please come back later."

Out of your peripheral vision, you spot a man coming into the café, his face obscured by the hoodie he wore. Was this guy ignoring you, or was he just deaf? You spoke up once again, the slightest bit of irritation apparent in your voice.

"Sir, please; I am telling you to leave the café."

As you went back to cleaning the counter, you suddenly felt the man's presence right behind your back. A sense of panic enters you as you turned your body and whipped your head around to find a knife pointed right towards your chest. Your breath caught in your throat.

'..What the hell?! If he wanted money or something, he could've just threatened me!'

As you struggled to wrap your head around what was happening, your train of thoughts came to a halt as the tip of the knife begin to stab into your skin, drawing blood. A raspy voice escaped the other person's lips.

"..Sorry. I'm sorry."

Without a word of protest coming from you, the sharp object dug deep into your chest.

It was cold. So cold..

Before long, you find yourself on the ground. The stranger seemed to had already left the scene of the crime as you heard the sound of a bell ringing from a distance and the entrance opening and closing. The knife in your torso was gone, too. Much blood was practically flowing down from your chest to the floor, painting you and the tiles a deep red.

All you wanted was to get out of school, find a decent job and live a modest life. Be an upright human being. What did you do to deserve such? Did you made an enemy out of someone? You didn't know.

Maybe it'd be best if you never did, anyways.

"..Fucking.. coward, didn't cough even stay."

You just had to say something witty before dying, huh? Won't be very pretty to have your last words engraved on a tombstone.

The floor was cold. Everything was cold. All you could think of was the fact that you were dying. It hurts, but at the same time, it doesn't hurt as much as you'd expect. You have many things you regretted, but you'll be dead soon, at least that's one less thing to.. worry about.

...

[You have died; congratulations.]

[Transferring consciousness to planetary system 6812.]

[Appropriate Vessel found.]

[We hope you enjoy your stay, Player (Y/N).]