With Tragic Eyes and Bloodshot Dreams

Asano Gakushu didn't know what to expect when he jumped off the bridge. He thought it would all just end. The pain, the hurt. The sinking feeling of uselessness.
The abuse.
He did not expect to come face to face with the ghost of the same boy who jumped off this very bridge a decade ago.

"Hey, Asano Jr. C'mon, take a seat. I've been waiting for you. Let's have a chat before I send you back." A bright faced Ikeda chirps.

There's a pause. He stares.

"Wait. Send me back?" Gakushu feels a crippling pang of fear run through him, "No. Please. Don't-I can't go back there-"

"One year ago. That's when it all started going downhill, for you, didn't it? I'm sending you back one year. And maybe you can save more lives than just yours."

Then another voice speaks up, echoing Gakushu's thoughts, "Ikeda, I'm perfectly fine being dead. I've told you there's no need-"

Gakushu turns to see a yellow octopus. The Yellow Octopus. He sinks to his knees.

He thought his life was a mess, who knew death was worse?

-Gakushu gets a chance to redo the last year of his life. With one simple decision, it leads him on a completely different path. And just maybe, that's not entirely a bad thing.