Hollow, heartless, demonic appearance, and weak aura. . . Hobby
Wandering on the border between the holy and the devil, the reaper of souls.
Only wandering in the desolate wasteland of Darbos.
Although sad and helpless, he can only work hard for death.
How it longs to be free.
But he seemed to have no happy memories since he was born, not even a moment before he was 7 years old. It was strange and helpless.
Is "Hai" just a name?
Why do I feel so lonely, "Let me go back! Please..." Whoa, a gloomy purple light cut through the woman who just shouted to go back.
The woman fainted.
Point with the sickle that still has a faint purple light.
The soul quickly turned into a pure white bead.
The reaper bent down to pick up the bead and put it into the frame behind him, and continued to wander the wasteland. . . Have no choice.