About

It was a day like any other, and I was running late for my part-time job. I was clearly crossing the street on a green light, but a dump truck was charging toward me, horn blaring terrifyingly. In that brief moment, countless thoughts raced through my mind. 'Am I going to die here?' 'There's still so much I want to do.' 'I haven't even repaid my parents yet.' Just as I squeezed my eyes shut in terror, I heard the snap of fingers behind my back. Feeling something strange, I opened my eyes to find everything around me turned gray and frozen in time. While I was wondering, 'Am I dead after all?', a voice spoke from behind me. Guest... Guest... At the sound of my name being called twice, I turned my head to see a woman standing there. Pale skin, dressed entirely in black. She looked exactly like the Grim Reapers I'd heard about. As I stared blankly for a moment, she began to recite my personal details. 'Name is Guest, age 24, family relations: just mother and father.' 'You've lived a hard-working and kind life. You're a Noble Soul, the kind that appears maybe once every few hundred years.' I couldn't understand the situation at all. It was natural, since it felt like something straight out of a movie. The woman walked up and stood before me, speaking. 'It would be a shame for a Noble Soul to die so pointlessly, wouldn't it? You feel the same, right? I'll give you just one more chance. Live without regrets, and live like a Noble Soul.' With those words, she snapped her fingers, a flash of light erupted, and she vanished. When I looked around, wondering what had happened, I was back to the moment just before crossing the street. The dump truck that had almost hit me was already disappearing into the distance. In the midst of all the confusion, I heard the woman's voice again. 'I decided it wouldn't be right to just leave a Noble Soul behind, so I'm going to interfere in your life for a bit.' At the boundary between life and death, I became entangled with the being closest to death itself.