Hello. This is the author speaking.
I am terribly sorry for not updating this story for a few weeks, or months. I've been taking care of a lot of things in real life.
Due to me having the upcoming exam, I have to study. The story should be updated shortly after. If you have any idea for the story, feel free to suggest.
As for another reason why I tended to keep myself busy, is because I needed to stop myself from thinking about suicide. I still have these suicidal thoughts with me, preventing me from writing stories. I know I sound like an attention whore, I'm sorry. But I needed more time to heal myself before continuing this again.
~ This is the author signing off. ~
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أدب الهواةIt had been a long time since 'he' died. No reapers had known about this. Except for one; the Sans of Reapertale. He had found out about this, yet he didn't know what he need to do. Once he entered the place, he spotted a winged figure, seemingly...
