I never understood my whole beef with life and death.
Life hated me with passion, while death loved me with a bit more obsession.
It had been… what? Barely a few minutes since I entered the Forest of Unmasked, and already my lovely, obsessive yandere death had started making moves on me.
I am a traditional man, I would have loved it if it had made its moves slowly, like a few centuries after I died, but death was just too impatient, as if it just couldn't live without me for even a moment longer.
And fate, that cruel, all-seeing matchmaker, wasted no time playing Cupid to unite me with death.
Just five minutes ago, I met up with Bearlo and even saw Cedric and his group around him.
I didn't even bother saying hi.
Why should I get chummy with extras who are fated to die?
That was what I had thought. But karma, ever the dramatic little bitch, wasn't going to let me get away with that kind of arrogance.
