At the moment of death, I saw all the events of the past, present, and future.
There was only one thing that stood in my mind:
How?
And why can I look at the past, present, and future?
As I pondered this, a skeleton-like being appeared from the shadows, calling himself the Grim Reaper.
"Hello, creature. What are you?"
It was all that came out of his soulless mouth. He looked at me with intrigue.
"Your soul has two seals of death. How come you have died twice?"
As I pondered his question, it hit me:
What if we truly died before coming to this strange world?
"What might you be talking about, Mr. Grim Reaper?" I exclaimed.
The Grim Reaper looked at me strangely and said:
"Never mind. You're just another dead person… one of the damned humans."
In an instant, he brought out a scythe.
It began to draw me in.
But before I could be devoured by the scythe, a clock appeared—its hands spinning in reverse. Time itself began to turn back.
And I vanished.
The Grim Reaper stood in surprise, but before he could react, his body was destroyed.
I had returned to the start of my life in this strange world—for the second time.