The Crow Boy and the Sunflower

I died unexpectedly at sixteen, and my family suffered terribly too. When I opened my eyes, I was back at eleven.

This time, I’ll find out who framed me and save my brother. I only meant to offer a little help, but ended up provoking someone I should never have crossed.

On a dark, hazy night, he concealed himself in the pitch-black shadows.

He gazed at the sunflower, its head drooping as it swayed in the breeze,

and couldn’t help wondering: if he plucked her, would she still face the sun tomorrow?