My name is Yume, and this is the story of how I was once a hero—a hero who died, and returned through a soul transfer.
I remember it vividly. The battlefield burned, my team at my side. We were fighting The Order—a faction obsessed with gathering corrupted souls and resurrecting the evil within them. It was our duty to stop them. Me. Chan. Blume. Haru.
We all failed that day.
And I was the first to fall.
A cry for help tore through the chaos. A civilian. Or so I thought.I broke formation, running toward the sound—and walked straight into their trap.
They carried a weapon. One I had only heard of in whispers.The Lament Engine.
It wasn't a blade. It wasn't a gun. It was worse.A device that bypassed flesh entirely and sang directly to the soul.The note wasn't sound—not really. It thrummed in my skull like a phantom string snapping.My vision blurred. My body refused me.
By the time I realized the Order's weapon had struck, the weight in my chest had turned to nothing—
—and I fell, empty, like a puppet with its strings cut.
Darkness swallowed me.
And then… she appeared.
Lady Death.
Her body was a shifting mass of smoke, dense and black as storm clouds. Yet her face… disturbingly sharp. Too sharp. Enough to make me flinch though I was already gone. Her hair drifted like thin vapor caught in an endless breeze, graceful and eerie at once.
But her eyes—pure white, glowing in the void. They fixed on me without blinking.
Behind her, two colossal doors loomed. And as they cracked open, the glow in her eyes dimmed, fading to black.
She lifted her hand toward me, her voice soft, patient, inevitable.
"Do you want to stay… or leave?"