The Lost Reaper

It started with a long sleep. Darkness, violence and the barbaric world welcomed me. Confused with my identity, I still chose to be slaved under the power of my master we all called the Bishop. Like the game of chess, there is heirarchy inside the organization. The King is on the top. I'm not the queen, nor the knight, nor the rook, not even a pawn. I am outside the chessboard. I am a reaper. The only reaper in the mafia.

How did I get here? Funny story. With my memory erased, the Bishop introduced me to the world. I fought with him not knowing what the opposite side's intention. He's my master and I served to protect him at all cost. But he treated me nothing like a master-slave relationship. It was more than that. Before I knew it, I fell in love. It shouldn't happen and I knew I screwed it.

I got to know the Bishop, including his fears. He feared nothing but an organization who came out of nowhere. Right there, I finally knew my purpose. I needed to know the answers. I need to seek answers. I dived in the ocean of uncertainty and took the risk only to find one thing.

Heather is the lost reaper.

I was not inside the chessboard. I was outside, indeed. Because I am the chess player. I don't put myself as the chess pieces. A chess player plays the game and in this world, I control the game.