"I was the one, born to be forgotten. I exist to be a living nobody." something or someone repeating the words inside my head, repeating no matter what I do, no matter what I give or receive. Always... it became to the point that my skin darkened to pure darkness as the same colour winning my shine and leaving me while I couldn't do anything about it to stop it nor sabotage it's way, there I am... a forgotten Reaper, left to be alone with the other souls waiting to be once be in touch with... left with me... It was usual for us... every day, someone joins us, and there it is, the answer for everyone we've been asking ourselves, "Is the world cruel or... what?"
