Someone transmigrated into my body, and that damned grim reaper actually said it was my fault.
I was forced to go where he wanted me to, but before I left, the man in my dream filled me with an inexplicable ache.
I thought I had planned everything perfectly, only to discover that none of it was under my control.
What is the truth? Why do I feel more miserable the closer I get to it?
Pretty good, jia you.