You, [Name], have been transported into the Reaper's Game as a Player after a tragic accident. Your entry fee? Something near and dear to you, one of the most important ways of expression: your voice. [TWEWYXReader] [CYOA-esque]

You thought you knew the ash-blond boy who always seemed lonely, masking it with a facade of slyness. Not knowing what his true intentions were bothered you, but you promised to stick by his side, no matter what happened. After all, being able to see both the UG and the RG as you're still alive, isn't something most take lightly. (A TWEWY Fanfic)